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u gotta keep bothering people until you find the ones that love it

it's so sick and twisted that you have to forge the life you deserve from the molten scraps of the life you were forced to have

gyrovagi

best traits to give your characters

passively suicidal

premature ejaculation

erectile dysfunction

vaginismus

cries during sex

cries after sex

hates sex

actively suicidal

full bush AND hairy pits

t4timekeeper

“reminder that x character did terrible things” spoken not in like a scoldy or judgemental way or that they need to repent for their sins or whatnot. but as in “i love my guy who sucks. why are you taking the sucks out of my guy. that’s literally the best part about them.”

saint-starflicker

reminder that The Character did an atrocity that was crucial to the story and became the best at narrative value-maxxing by doing that

#me with ed ofmd

redstonedust

watching sinners with an inflation calculator open in a second tab so i can understand just what kinda money the smokestack twins are throwing around. nerdiest possible movie experience i think.

tbqtalks

Okay coming out of lurking for this because among the many great features of Sinners is you don't actually have to go outside of the movie to understand what kind of money they're throwing around. The movie tells you itself.

In the scene where Smoke teaches the young girl how to negotiate, they're standing in front of of a cafe. The shot of them negotiating is framed so that you see a sign in the cafe window advertising a Ham and Eggs breakfast - in other words, a full meal - for 25 cents. The editing makes sure to put that sign back into frame whenever the question of the value of money arises in their discussion.

Smoke offers her 10 cents a minute and asks if that works for her. She says yes. He says no, it does not and tells her to negotiate higher. The 25 cent sign is framed in the shot when he tells her no, reminding us *why* it's not a good value.

She comes back with 50 cents - which the sign has informed us is the cost of *two* meals. Smoke tells her that's too much and counters with 20, which is just under a full meal but we now know that's a fairly respectable price because we just got the high/low contrast of 10 being too little and 50 being too much.

The negotiation ends with her getting 20 cents per minute and we now know 1) 25 cents is the cost of a filling meal in this environment 2) This girl only needs to do five minutes of work to be able to feed herself for a over day (20 cents per minute times five is a dollar, which is four meals) 3) Smoke has the kind of money to throw around that over a day's worth of food for someone can be to him - as it is to our modern eyes - mere pocket change and 4) Smoke's the kind of person who can both be a violent gangster but also care about teaching this girl how to look out for herself so that one day maybe she too can throw over a day's worth of food around like pocket change.

Combined with 5) you can now use that 25 cents = a meal to do the math every other time money gets mentioned in the movie to understand just how much cash the Smoke Stack boys are dealing with.

And that's just ONE detail which, thanks to props (Hannah Beachler), editing (Michael P Shawver), and cinematography (Autumn Durald Arkapaw), told you almost everything you needed to know about how finances work in this environment. This movie is unfair to all other films in how fucking good it is.

lambergeier

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

lambergeier

yeah it makes life worthwhile. i hope you get to hang out with a bunch of people you really like for several days in a row some time soon!

#don’t tell me this i already keep crashing out over capitalism stealing all my life and joy from me #no but i spend one weekend w the ppl i love and i’m like i need to quit my job forever

rettoujoutou-deactivated2025112

handweavers

what-even-is-thiss

disregard this if this is weird or bad, but as a writer, how do you deal with the fear of your own unconcious biases shining through your work? I can't let anyone see anything i've made because i'm afraid that it'll reveal smething horrible about me that I didn't know about and i'll have to hate myself forever

Try your best and if someone points out something bigoted you did by accident, take the time to process that and if you determine that you did in fact fuck up then apologize if necessary and don’t do it again.

If everyone lived in fear of offending people we wouldn’t have art and a world without art would be a pretty boring place. At a certain point you just need to get over yourself. You’re not uniquely terrible in comparison to every writer that has ever lived.

In order to put yourself out there you’ve gotta grow a bit of an ego. That doesn’t mean you have to like yourself. It means you’ve gotta have the audacity to think that you’ve got something to say that’s worth listening to. To share your art you’ve gotta be a little full of yourself and also be able to listen to criticism and sort through it and determine which criticism is actually useful.

To live is to be inconvenient. To be human is to cause problems. Don’t let that get in the way of your passions.

what-even-is-thiss

I do struggle with the idea of accidentally offending people to be clear. I get into downward spirals of thinking. But thankfully I have an Edna Mode from the incredible that lives in my head and occasionally slaps me with a rolled up newspaper.

what-even-is-thiss

A mistake and/or sin and/or bad way of thinking and/or however you want to see it doesn’t have to define you forever. Learn and move on. Pull yourself together.

#save

marlowe-art

the colours in the produce department are simply.... unbeetable

snow-nose

ID: digital art of bright, shiny beets, pink-purple and orange, with vibrant green stalks and leaves, sitting in a green display tray in the produce aisle of a grocery store. end ID

#nothing’s gonna hurt queue baby

teaboot

I once heard a quote by a dude named Alan Watts that went “A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions” and now when I get trapped in an anxiety spiral that likes to pop in too

teaboot

I think the internet might be like this as well actually

teaboot

This quote may in fact be the philosophical highbrow equivalent of Bitch Go Touch Grass

#nothing’s gonna hurt queue baby