#BARFORAMA!!!!

[2n2n]

why was this image made

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!!! every day i wish this image didn't exist. but we have to accept the reality we are in. I can never use it in posts seriously, it feels like too low hanging fruit. We can't acknowledge any of this image in civilized conversation. Looks like a BOYS LOVE MANGA COVER

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Can u write something about like them being normal and their personalities and not their dick (gross)!

Some of us are ace and don't need thiss to be shoved down our throoooaaaattttsss!!!!! Like 🙏 major barforama🤮🤮🤮

Girl, I run a smut account? Like it's in my bio, you had to seek me out lol. If you don't like it, block me? But what I think is even funnier, is that you expect me to give a fuck about your position as if I'm the only person on this entire app doing this. 😂 this also has to be fake, like there is actually no way. Either way, I am going to continue to write the filthiest, most toe curling, sluttiest smut imaginable. So take your ass out of my anons, and block me. Have the day you deserve, babe. 💋

[kevintor]

I Watch a Movie I Should Have Seen: “Stand By Me”

I just finished watching the Rob Reiner classic film “Stand By Me.” Recently, I posted on Facebook that it was a movie I hadn’t seen. There was uproar. I didn’t grow up watching a lot of movies so all of these 80s classics eluded me. I’ve slowly over my adult life chiseled away at the list but I’m usually left disappointed. These movies are different when viewed through young kid eyes versus jaded, adult eyes. 

What did I know about “Stand By Me” going in? I knew there was a dead body and I knew it had Mr. Romijn-Stamos in it. That’s it.

While watching it, I decided to jot down a handful of thoughts:

Is Rivers Cuomo completely influenced by Corey Feldman or just totally influenced?

It made me sweat a little to go so long into an 80s movie before I saw John Cusack but he thankfully appeared 10 minutes in.

I’m glad Jack Bauer got his act together when he got older because he was terrible.

The kids have no regard for keeping their clothes clean. Who walks through mud?

“Lollipop” is actually a pretty good song to do some amateur, crude tattooing to.

I don’t think any of them actually liked smoking. (Bonus points to Jerry O’Connell though for apparently studying Elizabeth Taylor movies for smoking poses.)

You could tell it was based on Stephen King because of the disturbing amount that whole town hated the fat kid in the story. 

I bet the person who chose to go with Barf-o-Rama over Pukefest was pretty proud of themselves and went to bed nice and early that night.

I’m 40 years old and I haven’t gone as long without checking in with my parents as those boys did.

I thought the movie was good. I think it holds up well because it’s essentially a period piece. It’s not a window into the 80s and it’s not the 80s guessing what the future will be. 

[mkandas]

the story of how your parents met... explains so much about you

how like the fact that enemies-to-lovers is the best trope and even real life isn’t immune? i think you’re maybe right ahahahaha

[eyeballjellomold]

an animation I made for cathartic purposes.

[solchrom]

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Yeah, totally all over this one #barforama (at Canadian National Exhibition Association) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1t4qEXgyfw/?igshid=6yh9ap0ek32a

[xackorizik]

Oh right. The story Gordy tells. The huge issues with fat shaming and anti fantness. Gordy describes the huge huge huge kid as weighing 180. I weigh somewhere near 245. The actor playing the "huge kid" is wearing an ancient fat suit so basically pillows stuffed in his shirt and he looks like he weighs a lot more than 180. But despite the horrible names and fat suit, the barforama is pretty satisfying and makes me wonder if that's where my affinity for vomit comes from

[goat-yells-at-everything]

Gawd. Barforama.

Rosie decided not just to poop in her crate but to poop, pee, and then frigin ROLL in it. Xc

Almost got sick just cleaning her crate and now I have this dog that just smells like HELL. TT^TT

[thediscerninghoarder]

Some pristine Wishbone curtains for @barforama (Betsy’s phone died) #wishbone #pbs #thrifting #goodwilloutlet

[moviesludge]

barforama

[dangermousie]

The Cage I’d Love was so entertaining! But honestly anything is good other than Sealed with a Kiss because that’s barforama.

Honestly, I kind of wish for the return of c/k collaborations (unlikely, geopolitical tension and all) if solely because Lee Jun Ki was born to be a Fei Wo Si Cun male lead.

Oh my God, this is genius omg omg omg huperventilating at you YESSSS

[born-in-the-wrong-generati-blog4]

Stand by me ‘Goofs’

When Gordie and Chris are discussing the stolen milk money, Chris uses the term "douchebag" in a connotation which did not originate until 1967. 

When Gordie visits the delicatessen for ham, the grocer pulls waxed paper from a box with a 1980s Crown Zellerbach logo on it.

The Topps baseball card in Denny's room is much more recent than 1959.

In the junkyard when Vern is talking about the "goocher" he mentions Weed Hill in Durham. This is a reference to Durham, Maine as Durham, Oregon was not incorporated until 1966, seven years after the timeline of the movie.

The water pump shown at the end of the movie is a Waterous. The style was not available until the 1980s.

Aluminum cans in the general store.

1980s cars visible in the background of the junkyard.

Where the guys are cutting "cobra" into their arms, a VW Beetle can be seen among the old cars. The style of tail lights on the car show it to be anywhere from a 1962 to '66 model year.

When Gordie is in the delicatessen there is a bottle of Soft Soap in the background that was not available in 1959.

Teddy is wearing Vietnam Jungle Boots. The specific type of boot was not introduced until the early 1960s.

When the boys set out on their Journey, there is a shot that shows them walking on the tracks and singing "The Ballad of Paladin" which is a song originally written by Johnny Western, Richard Boone, and Sam Wolfe and released in June of 1962. However, the movie was set in pre-1960's Oregon. The boys obviously know the lyrics, which would lead one to believe it was a recent hit on the radio. But the song hadn't even been released per the setting of the film.

When Vern is first coming into the tree house and is coming through the trap door he is clearly heard saying "You guys are never gonna believe this...", but his mouth is saying the previous lines "Oh, man, oh, man".

When Ace is playing pool with Billy, the boom mic bobs into view, near the light.

When Gordie goes into the store and the clerk talks to him, you can clearly see the boom mic bobbing into view and then being taken away.

When they're in the clubhouse at the beginning, Gordie looks straight at the camera while singing "I Ran All The Way Home".

Chris says his pistol is a .45 but when he first pulls it out of his pack the barrel is clearly much smaller revealing it to probably be a prop gun.

Teddy's hair changes in every shot after being dunked in the swamp. The strap to his bag disappears and reappears as well.

When the boys are at the leech pond Chris is seeing how deep the water is with a stick. The stick changes in size.

Teddy's left ear (which his father almost burned off) in the treehouse scene is very clearly burned. Throughout the movie, however, it varies in how it looks, in the train tracks scene it looks perfectly normal.

All four guys are in the junkyard and they are all about to toss their coins to see who goes to get the food. When Teddy throws his coin in the air he is wearing no dog tag necklace but when he catches the coin he is suddenly wearing the dog tag necklace.

During the train chase, the sky goes back and forth from cloudy to clear.

When the boys are seen walking into the leech pond, they all fall in. We see Vern and Teddy go into the water, and when they come back up to surface, we can see Chris and Gordie on the surface already on the right side of the screen. However, in the very next shot, Gordie and Chris come to the surface again.

In the swamp, Teddy's glasses go from being on his face to being folded in his hand, to being back onto his face, and then we see him actually removing the glasses and folding them into his hand.

Gordie's hair constantly changes throughout the film from floppy to gelled, i.e. in the scene on the trestle over the water he yells, "Train!" and his hair appears to be quite dry, without a parting. In the next short scene around the campfire, it looks perfectly combed and gelled. He can not have borrowed Vern's comb since Vern lost it on the train bridge.

When Gordie is running from Chopper through the junkyard he runs past the same truck and trailer twice.

Leeches appear on Chris' back between shots when the boys are covered in them.

A number of blueberries and sauce on Lardass Davey Hogan's face before he vomits.

When Eyeball is getting the gang name and snake cut into his upper left arm, from the back angle he isn't wearing a shirt. From the side angle, he is.

In the first train dodge scene, after Teddy and Chris make up, as Verne walks off back onto the train track you can see his wireless mike drop down his left leg and flop near his ankle.

The camera tripod can be seen in Teddy's glasses when Teddy and Chris are arguing on the railroad tracks.

Like many of Stephen King's stories, the original story takes place in Maine. Although relocated to Oregon, the movie has several holdovers to the original location, such as the reference to picking wild blueberries. Also, the junk man teases Teddy by telling him is father will be "sent to Togus" (which he mispronounces as Tau-gas instead of Tow-gus). Togus, Maine has a large veteran's hospital, which would be the logical place (in Maine), for Teddy's dad to get treatment.

Like the reference to "Togus," the Royal River is in Maine, not Oregon. Stephen King refers to the Royal in other stories as he sets many of his stories in Maine, where King grew up.

When Gordie looks at the newspaper article at the beginning, the first paragraph of the article is about the stabbing, but the second column is clearly from another story.

When Lardass Hogan swallows the egg it instead falls down the side of his face and can be heard hitting the ground.

When Ace is racing against his friends in the car, it clearly shows that he has blond hair, but when it shows the back view of his head, he has brown hair.

At the beginning, in the wide shot of Gordon Lachance's car, the man behind the wheel is an obvious stunt driver. So is the man driving Ace's car during the game of chicken in wide shots?

In the "barforama" scene, the jets of vomit do not quite seem to come from out of the mouths of the actors.

In the train scene, River Phoenix' voice has suddenly changed and he looks older. This scene was obviously shot last, and he has started going through puberty. But in terms of movie time, he has gone through puberty in two days.

[retroreadingtime]

Nothing like a little 90's gross-out humor!

[donnerpartyofone]

Feel free to skip the hell out of this, it's just that Tumblr is blocked at my office and apparently I can't use the "keep reading" thing on the mobile version of the site in a browser and hell "keep reading" wouldn't have protected the app users from this over long shitpost anyway do WHAT THE FUCK AM I EVEN TRYING TO SAY

@ someone nice who attempted to contest my notion that "letting it all out" about one's vexations does nothing: I know that for some people, writing is a form of thinking out loud that helps the person give form to their worries and aids them in understanding and confronting them. Maybe this just isn't as useful for people who are overly habituated to this kind of exploratory writing. I kept diaries obsessively from pretty early in life to the time I was in my mid-20's or so. The vast majority of the content was definitely about depression and anxiety, usually in relation to events and disappointments that I was trying to work through. After twoish decades of this practice, it became clear that the only result was cementing my obsessions with the worst parts of my life. I found myself repeating the same stories and theories over and over again, trying to find novel ways of reiterating them so I could feel as if I were getting somewhere. Some of the writing had to do with things I could actually help: for instance, bad crushes or boyfriends I just needed to burn bridges with, or my unhealthy relationship with corny, cherry picked, wish-driven occultism and the unhealthy friends who encouraged that interest. However, I don't think that the writing helped me sever those ties; one day I just realized that I didn't get anything but pain and embarrassment from that stuff, and I had the ability to just cut it all out. If these revelations ever came up in my writing, it would be after the correct action was taken IRL, and the subject would probably be my obsession with how bitter and stupid I felt about my previous poor decisions, or some endless repetition of things I already know about how I finally did the right thing. It eventually reached the point where the idea of sitting down to write in whatever precious little book I had going just seemed unforgivably stupid, so I stopped. Obviously I sometimes write here, when I'm feeling bad. It scratches a passing itch, but that's pretty idiotic too. However, there's a shred of motivation there that at least SEEMS thoughtful and practical sometimes. It's a flagellatory act. It's usually like this: "Here's a list of all the things you failed at recently, either out of neglect, or preexisting incompetence that would have made it clear to a sensible person that you shouldn't have even tried. Now we're going to do a postmortem on all of it, in the service of like, maybe if we rub your nose in this huge pile of shit you left on the floor, then eventually you'll learn to stop taking a big shit in the middle of the floor." Unfortunately, I'm not smart enough to learn that lesson, to spot another bad idea or experience coming, and most of my problems stem from exactly that intellectual deficiency, which is something I have no control over. Also, in spite of public perceptions of me as this terminal mope, I'm actually really susceptible to optimism and self-improvement, so I'm extremely prone to trying new things, or working harder at old things, that are simply out of my range of abilities, so I'm constantly ruining my own day and the day of whoever has to clean up my mess. Too bad none of this awareness can help stop me from feeling absolutely terrible about my endless cycle of fuckups great and small, and there isn't really anything in my life at which I'm satisfactory enough to distract from "the crummy, frustrating part of my life", because is in reality it's just my whole life. The point being, I'll probably stop this form of expiatory/disciplinary/vent-writing too--especially since, in my characteristically epic stupidity, I started putting it on another blog WITH some film writing that a small handful of self-sacrificing loved ones actually reads, and it's too weird for me to keep forcing the personal writing on that "audience". I kept a super secret depression blog for a hot minute, which had no consideration for an audience at all, it was just these really brutalizing non-sequitor descriptions of extremely specific things that were going on in my personal life and the disgusting ways that I felt about them, with no tags or reblogs or anything social, and somehow some weepy teenage girl found it and reblogged one of these posts. I guess I was being naive, but I was astounded that anyone would read this like diary page with zero philosophizing and no romanticism or longing and no platitudes or lessons and really not a gasp of air between descriptions of people and events that only had to do with me personally, but this poor girl totally felt that it belonged on her blog between Evanescence lyrics and black and white gifs of people tragically making out. It's taken me a long time obviously, but that should probably teach me to never write down anything about anything I ever feel ever again. Barforama.

[101kgbsandiego]

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