#like girl what are you doing

[hoescarer]

i cant be the only one that thinks ava is a liiittle neurodivergent coded in SOME way.

i cant exactly explain why.

but i can point out that she was casually whittling a shark at her desk in this scene. i dont know why, but something about that strange detail....

[dioynsus]

i slept through an important zoom meeting with the museum for my thesis show today and I haven’t been this mad and disappointed in myself in soooo long

[nyxi-pixie]

fav thing abt mike is that he got told to go look for people to play dnd and instead of going to find ppl w no friends whod have nothing better to do or anything hes like

'no. i will use this as an excuse to go look at men fighting each other🥰🥰i am so normal🥰🥰'

[dekaja]

night!! -u-

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Yknow that scene in Euphoria where Cassie does all this stuff to look pretty so that Nate notices her and he doesn’t even bat an eye? That’s how I’m feeling today.

[sealpup9]

Im literally the only one in the world who cares about this but the fact that we got Cult of Verata lore from some random book laying on the ground in one of the new Secrets of the Obscure maps is everything to me

[gottalovecatss]

There's nothing more sad than a previously big actor being in a mobile game commercial

[mountain-in-springtime]

shoutout to my best friend who has a habit of texting me “hey girl you busy?” and after i say “nope” will proceed to not answer or anything for like 30 minutes

[townhulls]

obviously the millionth person to make this post but the new hbomberguy video. holy SHIT

[leonsmain]

respectfully, the day i graduate, i am cutting SO many people off

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

My cousin possibly did something stupiddddd

[foolsocracy]

identity reveals are always fun

[7weaslesinacoat]

i get that everyone’s like “oooo dick was so teensy when he was robin lol, that must’ve been so weird hahahaha”

but have you SEEEN an eight year old? imagine a full on 3 ft 11 child in a felt costume running around. like not “oh he’s eight” but then robin is built like a full ass teenager. no, none of that. imagine an EIGHT YEAR OLD standing above a crime scene, with chubby cheeks and all going-

“holy homicide batman! looks like whoever did the devilish dead really had it out for this guy!”

THIS NEEDS TO BE A BIGGER PROBLEM.

and it’s the most gruesome, horrific, bloody crime scene ever. and there’s just:

“don’t worry officers! robin on the case! 🤓👦”

[forestslut]

i loooooove judging people like. i love it so much

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.