just an update for anyone concerned: i’m okay but probably still not going to be back for a little while longer
not gonna be here for awhile. you can message me for my discord if you want
life update: i’ve been needing a distraction lately so i bought pokemon crystal and i named my rival hoffman
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Abuse isn’t “straight culture” & abuse in gay relationships needs to be talked about more often & taken more seriously
Alexandra Petri on why she started Emo Kylo Ren on twitter
oh my god literally everyone in my house has decided it is Time To Talk At Their Loudest Possible Volume please kill me
I had a very interesting discussion about theater and film the other day. My parents and I were talking about Little Shop of Horrors and, specifically, about the ending of the musical versus the ending of the (1986) movie. In the musical, the story ends with the main characters getting eaten by the plant and everybody dying. The movie was originally going to end the same way, but audience reactions were so negative that they were forced to shoot a happy ending where the plant is destroyed and the main characters survive. Frank Oz, who directed the movie, later said something I think is very interesting:
I learned a lesson: in a stage play, you kill the leads and they come out for a bow — in a movie, they don’t come out for a bow, they’re dead. They’re gone and so the audience lost the people they loved, as opposed to the theater audience where they knew the two people who played Audrey and Seymour were still alive. They loved those people, and they hated us for it.
That’s a real gem of a thought in and of itself, a really interesting consequence of the fact that theater is alive in a way that film isn’t. A stage play always ends with a tangible reminder that it’s all just fiction, just a performance, and this serves to gently return the audience to the real world. Movies don’t have that, which really changes the way you’re affected by the story’s conclusion. Neat!
But here’s what’s really cool: I asked my dad (who is a dramaturge) what he had to say about it, and he pointed out that there is actually an equivalent technique in film: the blooper reel. When a movie plays bloopers while the credits are rolling, it’s accomplishing the exact same thing: it reminds you that the characters are actually just played by actors, who are alive and well and probably having a lot of fun, even if the fictional characters suffered. How cool is that!?
Now I’m really fascinated by the possibility of using bloopers to lessen the impact of a tragic ending in a tragicomedy…
I think that makes a lot of sense. I once had a colleague who suggested that the best way to end Hamlet would be for the play to end, the lights to come up, and everyone remain on stage, dead, except for Fortinbras, who takes his curtain call alone.
Everyone she ever brings up this ending to has been shocked and dismayed and really uncomfortable with it, and I bet this is partly why (I’m sure some of it too is that they were mostly actors, and actors like taking curtain calls).
i think i may have deleted a post on my blog through sheer psychic willpower and i have no idea what to do with this information
- if anyone outside of tumblr ever asks me what it’s like to have a semi-popular blog I’m going to tell them about the time I made a post that SIMPLY AND CLEARLY ONLY said I like how hotels smell like pools and that I feel peaceful walking through their hallways and it literally branched into three very confusing discussions that are STILL going to this day, years later, which are:
- pool employees Very Aggressively informing me that being able to smell a pool means chlorine levels are too high and I shouldn’t like that
- hotel employees Very Aggressively telling me hotels aren’t peaceful for THEM and I should be more considerate of them when I say I find hotels peaceful
- people??? angrily explaining to me that any time I’m in a hotel there is probably a victim of human trafficking in one of the rooms so I shouldn’t romanticize hotels.
and that about sums up any experience I’ve had with a post that gets too many notes tbh it’s probably best if everyone would stop reblogging my posts forever
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Now the games are simple. Best ones are. You want mercy?
Play by the rules.
ah yes excellent it’s time to vibrate with hyperfixation energy for the rest of the night



