aesthetic girlies stop doing this lol
every fucking time I open a tag for a movie I like, it could be white oleander, I believe in unicorns or picnic at hanging rock, the tag is mostly filled with seemingly unrelated posts. A vague post, considering the sheer amount of tags. (it could also sm other media too). It’s always the Pinterest and whisper girls, it’s always some shit like a pic of a emaciated Russian model w a coquette filter & a white scrolly font saying some bs like “crying & dying but in a pink bambie bimbo bdd way” and then #elliott smith #the smiths #slowdive LIKE HUHHH??? And dear god, I JUST want to look at pics of ELLIOTT SMITH, and rlly just any visual art that is clearly (not insanely nichely) related to the tag. But those tags r fucking filled with so much bs and it’s spamy. I thought it was an unspoken tumblr rule to be thoughtful w taging to avoid this exact inconvenience for users, I seriously see this shit chronically on here.
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Seriously, this movie's boring as sin.
Lack of Roxanne aside, there's not enough of the animatronics and waaaay too much of the paternal/sibling family drama between Joss Hutcherson and his sister. Also the actors who play the family are all absolutely terrible. Like, soap opera level bad.
Also this might be just me, but the scene where Hutcherson's sister is introducing him to the animatronics makes me cringe. Don't ask me why, I wouldn't be able to tell you.
I liked Vanessa though. And Matthew Lillard's cast as William Afton is inspired casting. Here's hoping they make a sequel, it can only go up from here. It did make money! So who knows, maybe we'll get my wife-Roxy, Roxy! I mean Roxy, goddamnit.
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Fox: Hmmm, I see! So natborn cadets have access to local creature database and by being obsessed with these unicorns...
Fives: Fox, don't be ignorant, it's a pegacorn! It has wings AND a horn!
Fox:
Fox: ... by being obsessed with mythical beasts, they are simultaneously developing cognitive skills with drawing exercises, learning about colors, all that while staying behind the line. Coruscantii drivers really should learn from this young cadet.
Fives: Maybe ask the CSF to distribute coloring books instead of giving parking tickets.
Fox: Good point.
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On a less cheerful note, I was thinking with some frustration that I've reached 2024 and somehow I'm still not okay, even though there are so many good things about my life and so many people in it to help me, why am I like this-
And then I was remembering a conversation I had earlier with another early modernist about how her conservative Southern Baptist upbringing led her to feminism and academia, and how I didn't say "I get it" because I didn't want to make it about my Mormon-raised-with-some-Catholic-influence personal issues when I've had basically nothing to do with Southern Baptist anything.
And then I was thinking about discovering lesbians were a real thing via visiting a church bookstore at around... age 12 and seeing pamphlets for conversion therapy. I don't remember clearly what they said, just that they were from Evergreen whatsit and I was scared for years after.
And gradually, I figured out the weird way that people talked about my bio dad's sister was because she's also a lesbian, but her conservative Catholic family found it easier to pretend not to know. This led to a weird conversation a few years ago with my grandmother (bio dad's mother) where she was asking why I never have any men in my life. I mumbled something about just not really being interested, and she was like ... oh, you're like your aunt :)
me: Um—well—yes.
my grandmother: Just so devoted to your career :) There was this wonderful man I thought she really loved, but she just didn't have space in her life for marriage.
me: *blink*
And I was also thinking about, basically, a million other things from growing up in rural US towns when I did. At the time, much of it felt too individually small to justifiably get worked up about, but much of it still rattles around my mind. Some things were bigger than I even realized, in fairness—say, the Evergreen pamphlets represented something much bigger and worse than I really comprehended at that age. I was pretty much on my way out by the time I fully got it (and Evergreen is more or less gone now, I think—while I'm still here and still queer, hah). Some of the gender shit + homophobia of that time seems almost comically trivial in this era of senators ranting about the corrupting filth of LGBT+ people, or alternately it's so dated that even said senators wouldn't bother.
Anyway, it's kind of wild how I just ... don't think about a lot of this a lot of the time, and actively wonder how certain things got so fucked up in my head even though my life has been easy in many ways. And then I'll have this early modern British lit/feminism conversation and not think about it much at the time (we ended up having a perfectly nice conversation about the Pacific Northwest and the deficiencies of Shakespeare scholarship) and have a mostly good day and then somehow end up staring blankly at the wall at quarter to midnight thinking about how scared I was as a teenager.
I do not like being angry tbh. I'm irritable, sure, but rarely actually angry because I find it so unpleasant, even in the fairly slow and cold way that I generally get angry.
But I've been trying to organize my thoughts and I think I might be angry about this. I was more familiar with "gay" as a slur than as a descriptor into my 20s because, see, the church preferred to talk about people struggling with same-sex or same-gender attraction as part of these earthly trials, not gay people. Describing people as gay might be too validating or something, at least then.
And part of the reason this stuff can be so difficult to navigate in the present is that very "at least then." Because things could get far better than has ever actually happened, and it wouldn't make anything better for who I was at 15. I'm the one carrying that around. Not uniquely, since tons of us came out of that environment and others of similar kinds, but—
Okay, ethically, I believe that people always have the choice to simply do better than they did in the past and this should be encouraged. But that doesn't un-do anything for me.
It's fine and good to say, look, certain things are much better than they were in 2000 (or whenever). And that's true, some things are, and I'm not at all sorry about that. But sometimes it seems like those of us who are still around are supposed to just forget the things that shaped us when we were reaching adulthood, like it doesn't matter any more because that was another time and we're in our 30s or older. Like we shouldn't still be affected by our own pasts, even when the main actors are still around and completely unrepentant, or were hateful until the day they died.
I am angry about it, in my way, I suppose.
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Question from anonymous - What are the NJs' favourite mythical creatures?
So first off - for some reason, WHILE I WAS DRAWING THIS, the question got deleted! >:0 And I'm not just gonna spend my time drawing something for someone only to then not put it out here. So here it is.
Second of all, I also tried to draw them as the creatures. I now realise that I suck at drawing horses. Btw, I do have a Monsterjacks AU, in which the whole cast are monsters/mythical creatures/cryptids etc. They aren't any of these monsters, but one of the characters is a unicorn (the Puzzler, ironically). You may also ask me about this when asks reopen.
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SHINJO Eiko/Hotaru -UNICORN CLAN/RONIN (♀)
Arrogant princess turned ronin
Daughter of the head of her clan, blessed by the kami and promised to a great destiny, she was held sort-of captive in the capital, a token of loyalty from her father to the Emperor. It was immensely boring... so she escaped, and found herself in the same place as the others, by chance. Her immense status meant no one could really say no to her, and she abused that power greatly. The rest of the group were the first to offer some resistance to her tantrums, and that interested as much as it annoyed her. Because of this, she somehow ended up in a middle of a terrible battle with them by her side, where she barely survived.
After this incident, she promised herself to never, ever feel as powerless as she did in this forest. So... she temporarily gave up her title and her name (she now calls herself Hotaru, in the hope of evading the Imperials searching for her) to learn the sword with Shimon as her teacher. The duelist wasn't too keen on the idea, but it's not like Eiko would take no as an answer, so... she's now stuck with this brash, smart but unruly teenager as her student.
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