This is Staying In Your Own Lane 101

[internal dialogue] “What the- that guy’s got horns! That’s not normal. Well, not gonna ruin my day.”

actual role model

fashion is all we have but yall dont act like it. i take one look at some of u and i can tell youre demiromantic and have a dan and phil furry blog. at least dress like you plan on getting some coochie

I think about this everyday…

Aromatic lithbisexual, supporter of all fandoms and punk af, bitch. Fashion doesn’t reflect a person.

How you just gon prove they point like that

jean grey is SHAKING in her knockoff louboutins

You know, it sucks that The Last of Us Part 2 got cancelled but at least we live with the knowledge that Joel and Ellie are living happily ever after as father and daughter in Jackson.

my entire approach to cooking summed up in a single maxim

can’t argue with that

yes, the text is glow in the dark

stuff that happened in the past decade

reading this post feels like doing 90 in a 35 zone

I remember all of these but I'd never be able to guess the order it all happened 🤯

That’s what you were sacrificed to. But I - have always felt...held. By a family. A real family. Which everyone deserves. And you deserve.

Ari Aster, Midsommar (2019)

Talented actress: plays a role where they have to scream in pure grief and despair

Me:

i’m a simple man

i see my dog

1 reblog = 1 kiss for 1 good boy

Marilyn Monroe’s The Girl from The Seven Year Itch, possibly one of cinema’s first on-screen monster-fangirls

Guillermo del Toro: “Uh huh, uh huh….”

The VVitch and Midsommar are both really interesting to me both as horror films and as the way that we read horror films, because the visuals of the ending make it easy to interpret them as films of bloody, violent female liberation, but it’s also very easy to view them as films where women subjected to physical and psychological violence get converted from one form of Oppressive Control to another. The trappings change but they are just as imprisoned. But watching the ending of both, I did still nevertheless have the feeling of “good for her” while simultaneously being like “I mean NOT GOOD GIRL, GET OUT.” 

Horror movies function as very weird parables where what’s metaphorically happening and what’s literally happening and what’s thematically underlying everything (i.e. systems of control) and what’s actually underlying everything (i.e. LOTTA BODIES) can create such dissonance, where done well there’s a horrifying blend of revulsion and attraction to the exact same things. A lot of works of fiction have a similar feeling (like reading about unhealthy romances where you’re like “this is bad but hot but wouldn’t it be nice if someone was that protective over me but also NO NO definitely not”) but horror allows us to indulge in that disgust and sense of wrongness so you get to wallow in ugliness and contradiction in a way that we don’t always feel free to do with other things we like but think we shouldn’t.