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it's actually so important to me that they owned the Bacon Triptych and that they sell it over the course of the season

like. hello. are you seeing this.

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oh he said that bitch wants to be me but he could never be miss cuntessa de lioncourt (source)

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you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and he won’t tell u that he loves u cos charles is there and he thinks u guys hate each other

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‘Love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will.’

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God I love them

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the music in xanadu (1980) fuckin slaps

is it the best movie? absolutely not cause it falls into the romanticised lens of the multiple decades it portrays

however…

it’s fun as hell with its camp music video interludes by the Electric Light Orchestra (the mr blue sky people guys come on) and an aesthetic that i’ve never seen emulated again (ancient greek togas plus 1940s silhouettes plus neon leg warmers) plus so much rollerblading

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Idk about anyone else, but I'm a little bummed that they have to clarify no Brennan in the FAQ's for the Shriek Week season, and most of the comments I see mention Brennan in some way. I think he's great, he is one of the most influential people in my dnd journey. However, it feels a little disrespectful to the team on Shriek Week and at Dimension 20, especially considering the conversations that were had after Misfits and Magic. Like, a lot of comments are like "So sad that Brennan isnt part of it, but im still excited" or "Im happy that Brennan is getting the break he deserves" which still centers him in a conversation about inclusion and diversity at Dimension 20, which is exactly the opposite of what they are trying to do. It all feels just a little bit off.

Is that just me?

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YOURE TELLING ME WE'RE GETTING A SPACE THEMED MAIN CAST DIMENSION 20 SEASON?!?!?!??!?!

AND MISFITS AND MAGIC HOLIDAY SPECIAL?!?!?!?!?!

AND SHRIEK WEEK?!?!?!?!

ALL BACK TO BACK??????

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aabria has the dnd actual play community in a chokehold and i for one love that for us

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okay okay, be gentle. it’s highly stylistic and surrealist due to the author prompt (Tom Cho is a genius writer that i recommend to any queer people into literature) i will add due to the nature of the assignment, some elements may seem jarring but i will note i got the top mark of the class so it makes sense in context.k with his writing style. we had to write surrealist stories based on cult classics and surrounding the themes of gender and sexual identity with the symbols of transformation, look up Tom Cho’s stories in ‘Look Who’s Morphing’ for my inspiration!!

TW: mild references to SA, murder, swearing, pretty much it’s Heathers so there’s things that just have to be included

Dear Diary, Heather told me she teaches people real life. I’m sure the rest of her speech was bleak as hell, but I was too distracted to listen, her shoulder pads with peroxide blonde hair taking up my entire view. I said, “You’re beautiful,” and she squinted her eyes, called me a, ‘homo’ and walked off. Heather Chandler is my best friend; how could you not be drawn to her angelic beauty and razor-sharp tongue. She is ruthless, cunning and I would never purposefully go against her as she would eat me alive. Maybe literally, I don’t know how she feels on the whole cannibalism front, I mean the 80s are a weird time to be alive.

Many of the tropes we were taught as children came from a place of conformity, and our appearance as teenagers reflected those lessons we were taught. What our parents wanted was the old-fashioned movies to inform our values, however they didn’t get to pick the genre. Men were taught to be big, strong and demanding; therefore, when we were 14 most of the boys spouted tusks and green began to spread across their skin. Women were taught to be subservient and small with a fun personality. Men soon grew to resent those specific lessons as our flawless skin and Transatlantic accents harshly contrasted the alien features of man. All of us teens became the villains we had seen on the silver screens and video games, men as monsters and women as seductresses. Few women were ever portrayed as grotesque villains, many filmmakers preferring a women’s sexuality more enticing for a villainess, so few women grew grotesque features. Many of us girls had small, hidden monstrous features, Heather had vampire teeth and razor claws that grew when she was angry, but as most female villains, it made her more beautiful than horrifying. I had fish gills on my neck and colour changing eyes.

Despite all this, Westerburg High School was no different than any other. We have cliques and bullies and clueless guidance counsellors blaming arcade games for high rates of suicide, rather than the new epidemic of third eyes amongst the cohort. School sucked, but at least I had Heather by my side. If only I could go back to that day when she talked about how ruthless life really is so I could have learnt my lesson, because I have royally fucked any chance of remaining friends with Heather.

I went to a college party with her earlier, both of us trading our chunky shoulder pads for jersey dresses and red licorice, her fiery red against my cold blue. However, when we got there, god… the guys were slime. Their tentacles kept on trying to go up my dress and I saw one using his to usher Heather into the bathroom. All the alcohol in the world could not hide how angry I was; first off, how could Heather ditch me with the guy with horns, she knows my type and secondly, how could such a boring guy have such wandering limbs. Let’s just say I threw beer into that creeps third eye. But I regret it. Heather got mad at me for ‘ruining her reputation’ and I was very drunk, so I got mad at her and then I threw up all over her shoes. “You were nothing without me,” rung in my ears as I watched her angelic face twist into disgust and hurt, “I got paid in puke,” I felt my heart breaking, I was going to lose my best friend over these gross Remington guys and I had lost my ride home.

I called up that new kid JD, who had given me his number without asking, which is creepy, but he has a mysterious aura and hated Kurt and Ram, so I let it slide. He drove down on a motorcycle, which added to the mystery, but I felt too drunk to ride along. He walked me home instead. As we walked, he talked a lot, mostly about his tragic back story and the insanity of having both mummy and daddy issues, all of which predictable as his motorcycle and leather trench coat. All the while I just stared off into the void of the night sky, mourning the loss of my best friend and how the stars reminded me of her, with their distance and beauty. JD was very fired up from the mother explosion story (very dramatic and completely unprompted) so I invited him out the back to play some croquet, which he quickly turned into strip croquet because ‘horny teens amiright’. He was terrible, and once he was just in his pants, we made out because that’s what we are taught to do by the movies. I found myself reaching for longer hair and the comfort of large soft shoulder pads and finding none. This was very disappointing as I had built up the idea of finally kissing someone I picked for myself and JD didn’t seem to be any of those things; also, his kissing was slobbery as his forked tongue fought into my mouth, which just made me think of the slime guys I had tried so hard to escape. It ended and he seemed very satisfied. I just felt as sad as before, just now I was cold from the night air. I patted his chest almost in a ‘well done’ motion and got up to sneak into my room; his calls of, “Call me,” falling on very tired, very deaf eyes.

I slept fitfully, flashes of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes filled my dreams. I had to make it up to Heather as I could not lose her from my life. I decided JD should get that call sooner than he expected as he was the only person with a bike that would also do whatever I ask. It took a while to explain to JD that he was just there to give me a ride to Heather’s and that I’m definitely not his girlfriend, which apparently didn’t make sense as he had thought that he had changed my life with his slobber. Despite his weirdly human appearance, his reptilian eyes and forked tongue revealed his secretive, monstrous personality so I am sure I dodged a bullet. When we got to Heathers, I went to her kitchen and started making a hangover cure, JD making dumb jokes about drinking bleach curing most diseases, I suspected that he might have been a little jealous. I let JD carry the drinks, even the bleach one because JD wouldn’t drop the bit and I didn’t want a full-on fight with a guy who I don’t know in my best friend’s kitchen. The creep tried to give the bleach to Heather too, but she insisted that he takes a sip of the other drink, so she knew it wasn’t vomit in a cup. JD rolled his eyes and then winked at me, his eyelids blinking horizontally while motioning for the normal cup. Now, I won’t say I switched the cups. But hypothetically, if both Heather and JD each drank from a cup, no way I would have given the bleach to Heather. JD drank a big gulp and suddenly dissolved into pixels, a game over sound played distantly. The pixels scattered around Heathers glass table, landing in shards of light around her feet. Heathers eyes met mine.

“What the fuck…that wasn’t your boyfriend right?” her eyes were wide with fear of me and of what we had done. I shook my head, my mouth agape. Slowly, after minutes of silence I grabbed a duster and started to sweep up the mess. Silently, we cleaned up all of the glittering dust and threw it away in the bin. Heather looked at me with her brows drawn together,

“Why wasn’t he your boyfriend? He is all edgy and mysterious. Perfect male love interest material.” her head tilted to look at me as I washed off my hands, some of the rainbow dust having stuck to my cold hands.

“’Because he was creepy, also the last few days have really turned me off the idea of dating men,” She laughed and held up a finger and ran to her room. “What… are you doing?” She came back laughing to herself, wearing chunky combat boots and carrying a pair of bright blue Doc Martins that she chucked at my feet.

“A gift from me to you, a pair of your own lesbian boots. I’ve always had a few pairs floating around in the back of my closet, so I had a pair to spare.” I heard Tarantino sirens as the word lesbian rang in the head, overlapping as my brain melted. A little bit of brain ooze came out my ears which Heather quickly wiped off; her eyes bright with humour. “We can go buy some dangly earrings with hello kitty on them too if you want, or dye your hair or cut a mullet,” the sirens getting louder as she named more and more alternative lesbian tropes. This cannot be happening.

“Um… Do you listen to girl in red?” I whispered, the sacred words left my lips and she whispered back in an aggressive tone, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah I’m gay,” she gestured to the boots and the ashes of the guy we just killed, “Are you gay?” I shrugged, which drew her attention to my massive shoulder pads, which she daintily stuck two massive dangly cat earrings to the padding, giggling to herself at the image she had created. She nodded almost in a final, ‘that’s the perfect amount of gay paraphernalia’ type of way and then kissed me. It is absolutely rad. I reached for the blonde hair that I was searching for before and found a beautiful mullet had formed from our kiss. She moved back and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do you know how much it has sucked pretending to like Ram and Kurt, their goblin warts were so gross up close and the way they just hate women. Its quite ironic, they are very attracted to women, but they just hate them. I just thought if I waited long enough, a girl at our school would pick up on my radar,” she motioned to a computer that was melting down from the energy emitted during this conversation, “But even though I had hoped for the girl to be you, I couldn’t have known until you chose to kill your male love interest over me, the main female antagonist.” She blushed, “Do you want to kill Ram and Kurt and then run away to a cottage in the forest just outside town,” I blushed and nodded. “Okay homo, let’s go kill some jocks.”

also, heather chandler and veronica were gay

trust me, i wrote a short story about it in my high school english class

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(for context, we had to write surrealist stories based on media and surrounding the themes of gender and sexual identity, look up Tom Cho’s stories in Look Who’s Morphing for my inspiration!!)

also, heather chandler and veronica were gay

trust me, i wrote a short story about it in my high school english class

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also, heather chandler and veronica were gay

trust me, i wrote a short story about it in my high school english class

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i’m so excited for a new intrepid heroes season, and mostly because it is not junior year.

i feel like all the people yelling about it before every trailer is if anything going to push it back. we haven’t seen the main cast in the dome since sophomore year livestreams, you can’t return and do the exact same thing.

it’s been so long, we need some new worlds and i’m for one extremely excited that it’s space and it’s brennans mums comic world. i just want new dynamics and fun characters to fall in love with.

also i hope people acknowledge the side quests in between as they’re just as important and fun, don’t ignore the hard work of the cast and crew!!

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Buffy and Faith had more romantic parallels and chemistry than Riley and it’s a disgrace to include him in her ‘three great loves’ and not Faith

they were literally foils guys…

also just rivals to lovers to enemies is just *chefs kiss*

(also Faith is Buffy’s introduction to the idea that good and evil is not black and white and that she can love someone that exists in the grey area. This is further expanded upon with her relationship to Spike)

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Sam Nightingale has a crush on Zelda cause she’s the antithesis of Penelope in every single way

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‘Introducing me’ from Camp Rock 2 is the perfect musical representation of post-reveal adrienette.

exhibit a: sudden reintroduction to someone who has asserted they “don’t know you” despite a long secret romance = marinette’s fears of adrien not being good enough for her

exhibit b: adrien is a major dork and needs to align his chat persona with his model persona through punny means

exhibit c: “i eat cheese, but only on pizza, please” “otherwise it smells like feet to me” = plagg