the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?
Jesus Christ I've never struggled so much
One thing to know about me is that I also have an annotated copy of the illiad. It’s an abridged version from my childhood and every time Hector’s name is mentioned it’s surrounded by glitter-gel pen hearts bc he was my first crush as a child.
Insane chain of events. Homer writes the illiad. Thousands of years later, a child develops a crush.
Ok so we all love a hyperfixation but does anyone else ever avoid certain things because you feel like you don't have the time to be fixated on that, or that you aren't in the right headspace for this to become your latest obsession
Lady Gaga, transforms into Marisa Berenson in a Paul Poiret dress’ recreation of Marchesa Luisa Casati Stampa for vogue US “Remembrance of things Proust” in January 1972. Photo by Steven Meisel for Vogue UK, December 2021.
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silhouettes in horror
psycho (1960) the exorcist (1973) jaws (1975) halloween (1978) the fog (1980) the shining (1980) a nightmare on elm street (1984) bram stoker’s dracula (1992) i know what you did last summer (1997) lights out (2016)
A thing I love about SuperBat so much, so is Bruce and Clark looking so similar on the first glance and yet so different.
Bruce’s skin is pale and so white, he looks almost made of ice, offset against his jet black hair and with eyes that are a cold and hard blue. His features and sharp and aristocratic. His body is strong and trained, but lean and a battlefield of so many scars that he almost looks more silver then white. His clothing his sharp as well, showing of his body and yet hiding every suspicious about it.
Clark’s skin color is much warmer by nature but also tan, both due to helping on the farm and just flying above the clouds to power up. His face is less harsh, his hair seeming less aggressive against his skin and his eyes softer, warmer and blue-er. His body is naturally strong and his build bigger, his skin untouched and perfect. His clothing is baggy and comfortable.
Like in the end, they are two tall dudes with black hair age blue eyes and look so similar that they canonically can pass for each other, but if you take a deeper look they are very different, balancing each others looks and complimenting them.
They are literally the sun and the moon and I love them so much.
jerking off isnt working anymore i need to drink human blood
do you want this fucking iv bag with a silly straw in it or not
Sure you can monsterfuck and enjoy loving the monster for their otherness, but what about YOUR otherness? YOUR insecurities and idiosyncrasies? Wouldn't you like the monster to find you and see you in a way you couldn't? Wouldn't you like to be loved and feel how much it kills you not to be hated with how long it's been since you've felt something good?
guys the consequences of inaction are noooootttt enough to motivate meeee