Tragedy! You set out to read a negative review of a piece of media you dislike, only to find that the critic is being completely unfair to it and making a bunch of bad, unsupportable arguments.

#yeah. this is actually the worst#because if someone likes something for the wrong reasons and you like it too you can just sort of shrug off their opinion#but if they dislike it in a way that's unfair it's actually infuriating because now you've been put in the position#of defending this absolute dogshit piece of media - even if only in your own head - against their unreasonable complaints#it's the exact opposite of catharsis

Me: “Disney live action remakes are soulless cash grabs that deny the original writers and artists the credit they deserve” Some fucking chud: “Exactly! They never should have started wokeifying all their movies” Me:

what was i made for?

“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland

what a lack of ken-ergy does to a man

I may just be too big of a lawlight lover but I swear, there's SO many implications and moments that really convince you they could be a couple in one way or another, or they're just in love but they're both hopeless idiots (last one checks out the most)

In this post, I actually wanted to touch on the 'L Change The World' novel written by the one known as 'M'.

I won't spoil any big events for anyone who has interest in reading the novel and watching the movie. However, I will say it was written as an alternate ending to Death Note where Light dies first, and L ends up writing his name, leaving him with 23 days left to live.

For starters: L literally keeps Light's wristwatch in memory of him.

For being your enemy, you sure do think about him a lot, going on to keep his watch.

Throughout the story, L ends up having to save and watch a young girl named Maki. In one portion, they're stargazing with one another. Maki asks if L truly won against Kira, because she suggests that Kira died a bad man, and L's purpose was to show him that what he did was wrong. L, in a rare admission of defeat, agrees that he didn't truly win in that case.

He goes on to wrap his hand *protectively* around the wristwatch, the novel then stating, "as he thought of his only friend". And yes, I'm aware the 'Light is my first friend' deal was just L being manipulative. But in truth, Light was his first friend whether L admits it or not. Simply because of how they get each other, the only one they truly have IS each other.

Later on, L goes through a rough experience, actually having a whole mental breakdown.

L states, 'Light, was this the feeling you spoke of? That feeling of being unable to protect the ones you care about?' (Not word for word, but something very close to this).

He then goes on to say 'Light, it hurts, my heart..', as if he wants someone such as Light to come comfort him, or to just help him in this matter. Again, L immediately resorts to thinking of Light when he's down on his luck.

Near the end of the story, L visits Light's altar and leaves five manju skewered on a stick.

And at THE very end, he takes off the watch. He says, and I quote, "Light, I'll see you on the other side. Let us explore the world of nothingness together."

EVEN AT THE END, HE'S STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS MAN CONSTANTLY

I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS NOVEL AT ALL

I NEED TO DISCUSS IT WITH SOMEBODY, PLEASE

I will defend my statements here with my life I'm not even kidding you.

That is exactly how my ancestors came to America.

They might not even have bought a ticket; entry forms had "stowaway" as a valid transportation choice.

in a rose garden

(closeups under the cut :])

Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933

glad somebody said it

those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them

[Dance Dance Revolution 2ndMix] - Soundtrack Disc 

What able bodied authors think I, an amputee and a wheelchair user, would want in a scifi setting:

What I actually want:

Single Question Personality Quiz

*Using whatever metric you chose. Your favorite band might not be your "Top Artist". It also might not be the band you've seen live the most times. Chose with your heart.

I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes. 

I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”

one thing you won't know until you experience it for yourself when you create art out of love is how it feels when people receive it with love. when you post a doodle and someone keeps it as their lockscreen, or when you write a story and someone tells you they were thinking about it all day, or when you post a poem and someone shares it with a touching caption. doesn't matter if it was objectively good or not. matters that someone spent time with it, that someone really, really liked it, and you made it. this kind of interaction, i think, it can really sustain you for weeks. it can sustain you through a lot of terrible things. its confirmation that you exist, and that (however briefly) your existence was appreciated by someone else through your art.

i am resharing this wonderful post and its words while also adding on the greatest, best, most precious experience like this i've ever had

our entire dnd party got out-danced at a festival by the paladin’s elk steed’s nat20

artist’s rendition

Hey when you move out on your own the most important food tip I can give you is “maybe you don’t hate x maybe your guardians just cooked it wrong”

The number of foods I have learned I really like if they’re Fucking Seasoned

The number of foods I’ve introduced friends to that they warned me they’d always hated til I let them try a piece of mine

Also marinade things for 24 hours the second you have your own fridge it is a GAME CHANGER you thought you knew food but you have never met her

Oh absolutely

Steamed diced carrots? Hell no

Seared and peppered carrot spears with bell pepper slices and then with a little bit of butter drizzle? I suddenly love carrots and I'm also eating a SECOND vegetable, its a fucking miracle

Oooh yes also every squash EVER tastes 90% better if you roast it with garlic and roasted red pepper seasoning and just a tiny drizzle of honey