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Remember, history was awful. Never trust the romantics.

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They/them pussy

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

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Choreographed. all five dads. The papa-razzi. You get to have all the support!

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Thinking a lot about how Massachusetts politics is basically socialist libertarianism. We believe strongly in each person’s right to be left the fuck alone and to their own fucking business. But that doesn’t just magically happen. Sometimes we all need to pitch in to ensure that Stevie over here can be left the fuck alone and to his own fucking business.

Maybe that’s shoveling out his driveway. Maybe that’s subsidizing his health care. Maybe that’s paying for good schools so he can figure out what he wants his own fucking business to fucking look like. Maybe that’s regulating guns or getting vaccinated so he doesn’t die in a mass shooting or from a preventable disease - you know what stops you real fast from doing whatever it is that’s your own fucking business? Dying.

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I

28 Years Later (2025)

As the credits finally rolled on 28 Years Later, I sat in stunned silence, not from awe, but from sheer disbelief at what I’d just endured. This wasn’t a sequel—it was a cinematic identity crisis, a Frankenstein’s monster of half-baked ideas stitched together with the narrative coherence of a TikTok slideshow. I’ve seen bad movies. I’ve seen confusing movies. But rarely have I seen a film so convinced of its own profundity while delivering less substance than a zombie’s last brain cell.

What the Hell Was This, Exactly?

Let’s start with the most glaring offense: the visuals. Shot like a student film that accidentally left its Instagram filters on "dystopian landfill," the movie’s aesthetic wavered between "early-2000s camcorder" and "AI-generated art prompt gone wrong." The shaky, gratuitous panning shots and seizure-inducing jump cuts didn’t create tension—they created migraines. At one point, I genuinely wondered if the projectionist had spiked their coffee with LSD.

Then there’s the story—or lack thereof. 28 Days Later worked because it was lean, mean, and emotionally raw. This? A bloated, meandering mess that couldn’t decide if it wanted to be:

A coming-of-age drama (but with zombies?)

A philosophical treatise on human nature (delivered via monologues that sounded like a freshman’s late-night dorm rant)

A half-hearted attempt at 28 Days’ visceral terror (except the zombies now seem like an afterthought)

The result? A film that lurches between tones like a drunk stumbling between pub crawls, leaving the audience exhausted, not exhilarated.

The Cast: Wasted Potential on a Post-Apocalyptic Scale

Aaron Taylor-Johnson continues his streak of playing insufferable himbos, this time as... some kind of smarmy jockey-survivor hybrid? I’ve yet to see him in a role that doesn’t make me wish for a swift zombie intervention. The real tragedy, though, is Jodie Comer, who does her absolute best as Isla, selling hysteria and heartbreak with every glance—only to be given the bare minimum to work with beyond screaming and staring wistfully at the middle distance.

The lone bright spot? Alfie Williams as Spike, the kid who somehow emerged as the most grounded character in this circus. Too bad his arc was drowned out by the film’s relentless insistence on being "deep."

And then there’s Ralph Fiennes, popping in like a confused Shakespearean actor who wandered onto the wrong set. His subplot catches us by surprise—the only coherent narrative in the entire film. Channeling his dark-sided Orange Lorax cosplay, he ceremoniously speaks for the bones and delves into a cryptic explanation of "Memento Mori," leaving Spike bewildered but comforted by the one thematic aspect that came across naturally: we’re all dead in the end, thus our mortality.

The Zombies sorry Infected? Oh Right, Those.

Remember when 28 Days Later made infected sprint at you like nightmares given flesh? You had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide - the audience saw that and the characters knew that. Here, they’re almost relegated to background noise, a vague threat that occasionally stumbles into frame when the script remembers it’s supposed to be a zombie movie. The "Alpha" - (a strangely forced concept into a continuously dying genre)- zombie’s death isn’t just anticlimactic—it’s a metaphor for the entire film: built up as something terrifying, only to be unceremoniously skewered, stunned and forgotten.

The Final Insult: That Ending

Just when you think it’s over—surprise! A "28 DAYS later" title card drops like a jump scare nobody asked for, leading to a finale so bafflingly tone-deaf it felt like the director lost a bet. The last 10 minutes devolve into an action montage of bizarre British parkour that felt like a rejected Monty Python sketch meets American Psycho

The Verdict: 28 Years Too Soon

This wasn’t a sequel. It was a suggestion of a movie—a rough draft sprayed onto the screen with the subtlety of a fire hose. Danny Boyle’s original was lightning in a bottle; this is the bottle shattered, the lightning long gone, and the audience left picking glass out of their palms.

A cinematic fever dream that mistakes confusion for depth. The only thing contagious here is regret.

Source: 28 Years Later (2025)

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they want you to make fried rice

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gadzooks! my game? It be'eth changed!

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Me: Okay, Outlook email on desktop. Time to change password

Outlook: Okie dokie! :D Sending you a confirmation number to your mobile app. :)

Me: Awesome, thanks

Me: Hmm, it’s not showing up in my app.

Outlook: That’s okay! You can click “I don’t have access to my app right now” :)

Me: Oh, okay, thanks!

Me: *click*

Outlook: Okay, so it looks like you don’t have access to the app right now! Would you like to confirm through the app instead? Or would you like me to send you a confirmation code?

Me: I just said I don’t- yeah, okay, sure. Send me a confirmation code.

Outlook: Okie-dokie! Sending you a confirmation code. It should show up soon in your app :)

Me: Okay so I just said I can’t access the app though

Outlook: Oh, that’s okay! :D Just click “confirm another way” :)

Me: ….okay

Me: *click*

Outlook: Awesome! So it looks like you don’t want to confirm using the app right now. Would you like to confirm by entering a number into your app, or would you like a confirmation code sent to your app?

Outlook: :)

Me:

Me: You know what. I’m just going to change my password on the app.

Outlook: Okay! :D

Me (on the mobile app): Okay so I’d like to change my password

Outlook (app version): Okay! :D Just sending a code to your app so you can confirm :)

Me: Okay but I’m already on the app.

Outlook: That’s okay! :D Just click “I DON’T have access to my app right now” :)

Me: I’m on the app. I’m literally- okay.

Me: *click*

Outlook: Cool! :D So you’ll need to enter this number into your app

Me: I’m not receiving these numbers on my app. None of these are showing up in my app. They aren’t showing up in my junk folder, they aren’t getting blocked, I’m just straight up not receiving them. How do I change my password WITHOUT USING THE APP TO CONFIRM

Outlook: Oh that’s easy-peasy! :D Just turn off two-factor authentication in your settings :)

Me: Okay

Outlook: :)

Me: *Turns off authentication*

Outlook: Awesome! :D Looks like you’ve turned off two-factor authentication :)

Me: ….yeah

Outlook: :)

Me:

Outlook: :)

Me:

Outlook: :)

Outlook: So if you just want to confirm that choice by entering this code into your app-

Me: OH MY GOD

Me: *deletes app, turns off phone*

Me (back on desktop): So I’d like to change my password

Outlook: Awesome! :D So if you just enter this number into your app-

Me: I cannot access the app

Outlook: Awesome! :D So if you’d prefer, we can send a code to your app-

Me: I cannot access the app

Outlook: Awesome! :D So if you can just enter this code from your app-

Me: I cannot access the app

Outlook: Oopsie-doopsie! :D Looks like there’s been a wee little whoopsie-daisy-doodle-doo verifying your account :) Now if you could just open your app-

Me: Ohhhhhhh my god

Outlook: Or download our authentication app

Me: Okay

Me: (downloads app)

Authentication app: Hi! :D

Me: Hi. I’d like to verify my desktop account.

Authentication app: Okie-dokie! :D Just log in with your email and password :)

Me: …Okay

Authentication app: Looks good to me! :D

Me: …….okay

Authentication app: :)

Me:

Authentication app: :) So what can I help you with?

Me:

Me: ….I would like. To verify my desktop account.

Authentication app: Okie-dokie! Just-

Me: I cannot access my app

Authentication app: That’s okay! :D

Me: ….okay

Authentication app: Yeah that’s what I’m here for :)

Me: okay

Authentication app: :)

Me:

Me: ….so how do I-

Authentication app: Just enter this number we sent to your authentication app-

Me: YOU ARE THE AUTHENTICATION APP

Me: YOU ARE SHOWING ME NOTHING

Authentication app: OH

Me: YEAH

Authentication app: Hmm yeah okay I see the problem

Me: DO YOU

Me: DO TOU REALLY

Authentication app: Yeah you need to confirm your account somewhere else to access me :)

Me: NO SHIT

Authentication app: Hey :( I’m only trying to help :(

Me: You’re right. Okay. I’m sorry.

Authentication app: It’s okay :)

Me: So where else can I confirm my account.

Authentication app: Oh that’s easy-peasy! :D Just open your mobile app and

Me: (slams my face directly into my desktop computer, crushing my skull and the motherboard at the exact same time and torpedoing us both directly to hell)

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We can't jerk off or ibuprofen our way out of this one fellas

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Wait does that mean I rolled a 1 every flashback?

2027: Wizards of the Coast and the American Psychological Association collaborate on the D&DSM, 6th Edition, widely regarded as the worst thing ever published

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this post was made unrebloggable, so im stealing it

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I can’t stop thinking about crocodiles for some reason so here’s some cool pictures I found of probably the second largest one in captivity, his name is Utan:

isn’t he beautiful

listen to the SOUND when he bites

and that’s not even a real power bite, that’s mostly just heavy bone falling on heavy bone from his jaws and the air rushing out from between them

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Albino CAPY!!!

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at a conference I attended recently, a researcher pointed to the difficulty of finding material in archives because so much depends on the metadata and the terminology used to describe things changes over time. "it would be so helpful," the researcher said, "if I typed 'lesbian' into the library of congress database, it would also show me results that were categorised in the 50s, when the materials were interpreted as 'intimate female friendships'"

which is what tag wrangles at Archive Of Our Own do incredibly effectively: searching for "omegaverse" also leads to "alpha/beta/omega dynamics" and "alternate universe: a/b/o" and so on. but ao3 achieves this frankly incredible categorisation and indexing system by the power of countless volunteers putting in hours and hours of unpaid and unthanked free time, and it's completely understandable that most archives do not have that kind of infrastructure, but also how incredible that a fan-run website has better searchability, classification, and accessibility than the library of congress