#I HAVE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG

[atla-suki]

YES. THIS.

ATLA modern au that is slightly more realistic than usual:

Aang:

Does not go to college

Lives part time with his grandpa gyatso and part time in his VW van

Works as a janitor at a dojo he used to train at and goes to the various kids belt ceremonies

Does a lot of activism in his spare time

Katara:

Goes to college on student loans

Lives in student housing with Ming from the episode the fortune teller as her roommate (this was too funny not to do)

Used to work for a nonprofit but got paid shit, was encouraged to do a lot of unpaid labor, and got super burned out

Now works as a tutor

Is torn between becoming a teacher and full time activism, while struggling with possible not being able to support herself on either path

Still does a lot of activism and that’s how she met aang

They were both part of a blockade to stop construction on something bad for the environment, the cops showed up, aang helped katara get away with his VW bus (I said more realistic not fully grounded)

Sokka:

Also in college on student loans

In student housing with tio from the episode the northern air temple as his roommate

Has a work study position with Pian Dao who’s a professor

Has switched majors a lot but eventually settled on engineering

Toph:

Uses the money her parents send her for tuition to rent a shitty apartment

They think she’s enrolled but she’s not

The college she told them she got into is very far away from them to help justify moving away

Doesn’t have a regular job but is part of a local level MMA league that she does pretty well in

Survives off that, odd jobs, and leftover money from her tuition

Suki:

Got into college on a sports scholarship

Is studying physical therapy

Rents an apartment with several roommates (kyoshi warriors)

Has some kind of training or coaching job, think camp counselor

Met aang through the dojo he works at and/or toph through her fighting league

Zuko:

Used to go to college but dropped out

After he was cut off bounced between his friends places before ending up fully moving in with toph

Works at his uncle’s tea shop (obviously)

Is generally very lost and doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life

[edwardseymour]

“surprisingly, actually, the brother jane is closest to – at least from my reading – is henry, who is the middle brother, who is the brother who stays in wiltshire. he comes to court a little bit and then goes home and lives a long and presumably happy life. he is the one that jane very much promotes when she is queen, he is appointed quite a lot of manorial offices in the queen’s lands, also when she dies, when some of her jewellery is distributed, he receives most of the seymours. […] certainly henry (and thomas) she is close to.” — elizabeth norton

[americankimchi]

they should do another tv show about the jedi but actually lean into an episodic nature. instead of having a static main cast, have a constantly rotating ensemble one to show the various ways the jedi help/live in the galaxy. like star wars visions except live action. i think that would be fun + add constraints (1 plot per episode) that would force the writers to keep each episode tight/not have the crutch of "we can expand this character later/add a random one-off NPC to introduce a critical plot point and then vanish forever" to fall back on. imo star wars has always done better with movies than shows and i think this would be a lovely marriage between the two. have a c-plot throughline tying all the episodes together for the final episode to resolve w/ cameos from characters that had episodes about them throughout the season. like atp they have so many of these mid to flop shows floating around might as well just add another one just to see if it breaks the curse. statistically speaking they've got to strike gold eventually

[kafus]

I HAVE BEEN ON THE KAFU SELFCEST HUMAN X ROBOT SHIT FOR NEARLY FOUR YEARS AND I WAS RIGHT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG

[thatonefatgumsimp]

alr ykw

liveblogging my reaction to tadc episode 3, let's

Goooooooooo!!

So ready to get autistic over my blorbos /sillyyyy

under the cut for ease of scrolling past :p

"and Zooble turns straight" I CAN'T, I'M- 💀 NAHHHH BRO HAD TO HAVE KNOWN WTH HE WAS DOING WITH THAT ONE

"What do you, the viewers, think it is?" You scrunch into a tiny bunny ball and get short. Final answer.

THE WAY CAINE'S FREAKING EYES NO CLIP THROUGH HIS TEETH, I'M- 😭 CAINE WHY /lhsilly

AWEHHHH GHOSTLY 🥺

✨z o o b l e g o e s t o t h e r a p y✨ /sillyyyyyy

That's a cool bee, you're doing great sweetie (probably still listen to Zoob tho)

Pomni really said let me innnn LET ME INNNNNN!! /sillyyyyy

"I love that it's locked ):<" me-core

"Do not let the head out of your sight" OH SHI-

THE 2D ANIMATED EYES!!!!! /POS I'M GOIMG TO EXPLODE

AUGH THE EYES!! THE CREEPY EYES BEHIND THEM! POMNI! POMNI TURN AROUND!!! POMNI IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YPU POBNI!!!!!

"Any torment I inflict is 100% accidental!! Just like any good war criminal." LMAOOOOOOO, CAINE- I'M- YOU'RE KILLIBG ME HERE, BUDDY- literally iconic line frrr, he acknowledges his warcrimes. We love a self-aware king /sillyyy

"I'm trying my best to remember what you and my brain won't tell me!!" He's so real for that tho...ADHD gang rISE UP! /sillyyyyyy

"What…what you're saying is that…I could be bad at the only thing I'm good at…and…that'd be…" It's OK to have a mental breakdown, bud, let it all out. There there...

Caine existential crisis arc while Kinger and Pomni are going through the horrors™ smh…/sillyyy

"How's about we take his gun?" KINGER GUN ARC POG?????

"Looks like we've got two shots…let's make it count" What if Kinger with a gun kinda scares me a bit /lhsilly ...like, he sounds so calm and composed, it's...unnatural for him...kinda unsettling...fits with the spooky vibes of the ep tho

"Which is what I would be saying if it wasn't one of God's angels" WHAT. WHAT. WHAT???!! BI- WHAT?!????? THE FREAKING PLOT TWIST- I'M- My brain is melting

"And your bodies will be my only means of doing so" HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE! SOMETHIN AIN'T RIGHT-

"I HATE THIS STUPID ADVENTURE!!" real…✊😔 Honestly a fair reaction given the current situation...although mine woulda been worse I think-

Awehhhhh 🥺 girl's tea party ✨, so real for that actually

"You know how men are…always having the silliest priorities" "don't I know it" *turns to Jax tied up* I WOULD say 'free my boy, he's done nothing wrong', but we all know that's a lie, he's a war criminal just like his dad Caine /SILLYYYYYYYY

"I wonder how long that'll be" probably a while, Gangle…

"How could I not be in literal hell right now???!?" First digital hell, now this smh…/sillyyyyyy

FRICK! NOOOOO MY GIRL'S BEING POSSESSED!! NOOOOOOOOOO- POMNI-! 😭

"YOU GET OUT OF HER, YOU DAMN EVIL SOULS!" 🗣️🔥🔥 YOOOO HE SAID DAMN, THAT'S ALLOWED HERE??? LET MY BOY COOK!! 🔥🔥🔥

"HOW'S YOUR WIFE, KINGER?" THAT'S EEEEEEVIL D: WTH, BRO HE'S ALREADY DEALING WITH THAT BUZZ OFF-

O.O wait...the breath holding from the beginning of the ep…QUICK, POMNI, BECOME RGB KEYBOARD!! KINGER, BECOME FLASHLIGHT!

"Why have you been acting so different lately?" NO, CUZ THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG /lh

NOOOOOO- CHECKMATES (idk their ship name, shhhhhhh edit: it previously said chessboard, changed BC of the socks iykyk) ANGST NOOOOOOO- GOOSE. GOOSE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME- I'M- 😭

"She was funny, creative, really into entomology" STOPPPPP I'M CRYING, THE WAY HE TALKS SO LOVINGLY ABOUT HER, I'M- HOLD ON, I NEED A MOMENT…WAITWAOTWAITWAITWAIT- I'M-

…CHAT I NEED TO WRITE AND OR DRAW AND OR READ SOME CHECKMATES FLUFF, THIS IS KILLING ME /lhsilly

"I used to hate bugs, but…she somehow got me to like them" AWEHHHHHHH-! 🥺 GOOSE. GOOSE WHAT THE HECK, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY- /pos Chat, I'm melting into a puddle, help-

"But it's not. Not if you have people who care about you." I'M- GOOSE STOP 😭 SOBBING- I WAS PROMISED PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, NOT THERAPY /sillyyyyyyyy

"In this world, the worst thing you can do is make people feel like they're not wanted or loved" OMG REAL!! 🗣️🔥🔥 ...and on that note, ily, moots and followers 🫶💖

"Maybe we can get through if we don't breathe!" CHAT. CHAT THEY FIGURED IT OUT!! KINGER, MY BOY!!!! YOU'RE SO SMART!!!!!!

AUGH KINGER GIVES SUCH DAD VIBES /POS I NEED A DAD-FRIEND LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE FRR-

OMG WAIT- KINGER HOLDING HIS BREATH IS THAT ONE MEME

THIS ONE-! QUICK, SOMEONE GO EDIT THAT!! /SILLYYYYY /NF

"Hey, Ragatha…I just wanna say…thanks for always being concerned about me" EXPLODING RN, CHAT- CERTIFIED BUTTONBLOSSOM MOMENT????? /SILLYYYY

"Did you remember to get my comedy mask?" "…F**K-!" KINGER SWORE??????? OMG???? REAL, LET HIM COOK- LET HIM COOOOOOOK!!

CAINE IN THERAPY LMAOOOOOOO REAL

"quick, pretend we weren't having a therapy session!" LMAOOOO?? CAINE IS SO SILLAYY-

"Wwwwwelcome back, my meowing milkmaids!!" "…don't ever call us that again." Lmaooooo Jax-

...

Screaming

Crying

Clawing at my cage

That was so good- I'm-

Hold on, chat, I'm going feral rn /sillyy

[eddiegettingshot]

honestly we talk a lot about how buck's female love interests have been written thus far but at least there was never this level of ambiguity with them?? there was no 'is buck REALLY interested in her or eddie teehee', no 'is this scene with them about eddie somehow or directly caused by him' there was just...none of this. it was never up for debate and the contrast is insane to me

THIS IS WHAT I’M SAYINGGGGGG!!!!! and this is why i can’t stop bringing taylor kelly up!!! because buddie aside she’s imo the closest thing he’s ever had to an actual viable endgame love interest. they ALSO got together when buck was concerned about losing eddie but that getting together/kiss was not at all colored by his presence - they didn’t even talk about him, they only talked about buck going up on the crane! like, in retrospect they were deliberately turning away from any possibility of buddie canon at that point (if they were ever going to do it in the first place - but no bi buck effectively shuts it down anyway), so wtf does it mean that eddie’s all over the writing of this relationship? buck’s first relationship with a man?????? every single one-on-one conversation they’ve had (all four… or five if you count the sidewalk) has involved eddie somehow. that’s NEVER been an issue!! ever! like what is happening rn

[bumblebeehug]

I love how our main three exceeds have their own like. Abilities that are rare and like as main cast go. Unique to them.

Carla has her foresight. Lily has his muscle form.

While, happy doesn't seem to have any unique powers. He's like. Genuinely super fast. I'm pretty sure he's the fastest exceed we've seen. And that's while carrying a grown man. Happy gets from point a to point b much faster than others if he puts his mind to it

I’ve been sayingggggg being Natsu’s exceed IS a special power. AND he’s a walking encyclopaedia, ppl put too little cred to his name

[ficsforeren]

thank you for telling me not to apologize for being awkward instead of saying im not awkward >///<

SPOILER!!!

aaa.. i really love your fics. i havent read them all yet but im in love with your The Last Song, especially In Another Life. TLS broke my heart into pieces (the last chapter), i wont lie that i didnt read it in full (i cry easily at puppy videos, im not sure i can handle Eren dying. especially that version of him). nonetheless i will apply what Eren said in IAL, the series has been a great experience for me. not only because Eren was literally written ineffably, but because i really learned a lot and i was able to relate so much.

im still having a hard time accepting the whole death talk in general, because (i feel like such a loser hahaha, but im happy because—-) i love him so much, but i should try and learn (note:try). and apply.

i just want to say.. thank you. and i dont know how to make that sound like i mean it (i tried formatting after much thought, hopefully its not cringey). its so hard for me to express it in words how grateful i am sometimes, but i really do mean it. maybe its because its probably just one thank yous that you get out of probably hundreds a day—- i think youre an amazing writer.

thank you. not only for bringing Eren to life, for helping me get through shit through your stories.. thank you for sharing your knowledge through your writing. thanks for inspiring me. to be and do many things. thanks for helping me cope through Eren. i know it probably sounds so sad, but i really imagined him comforting me in actual.

man, hopefully i dont sound too much like a creep. i often tend to be overwhelming. just ignore this if its toomuch anksksks i really dont mean anything bad. its just that.. i think a character is only as smart as the author is. and.. man, im so in love with Eren Yeager 😭😭😭

he deserves so much love.

and you do, too.

BABEEEE HIIIII SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!! I've been busy with life so I just got back to tumblr today 😭

can I tell you just how HAPPY you made me feel with your message??? "its probably just one thank yous that you get out of probably hundreds a day" BABE ONE THANK YOU COMING FROM YOU MEANS THE WORLD TO ME WHAT ARE YOU SAYINGGGGGG

I don't know if you've read my other asks before but I think I've mentioned a few times just how insecure I am of my writing and that I constantly have this feeling that I want to delete all of my works 'cause I think they're cringe and embarrassing and just in desperate need of improvement, so whenever I receive messages like this, it really makes me feel appreciated and I'm really REALLY happy that my stories mean something to you 😭😭😭

UGH I JUST WANT TO HUG YOU AND KISS YOU AND GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND THIS MESSAGE MAKES ME SMILE SO MUCH THANK YOUUUUUU

(also, this message is so heartwarming and thoughtful and you sound lovely!!! please don't apologize for being who you are, I think you're very sweet and adorable 🫶 I wish I could write a reply as good as the message you sent me but I hope you can feel how grateful I am to have a reader like you)

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I've been sayingggggg

The fact that I ship her with Jimin but they both have the same taste in men ijbol it's just not meant to me 😔 rip jijihyo you were bigger than the whole sky

[b-plot-butch]

OH MY GODDDDDDD

Thank you SO much for tagging me!!! This is such a gorgeous, aching piece of work and it’s an honor to have helped spark it.

“It takes time, doesn’t it? For us.” Calliope said quietly, part of her always standing two thousand years away. “How long can grief last when one lives forever.” THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG *bursts into tears*

“I have lost a son,” Dream said, his eyes as green as the place where the Bacchante had torn Orpheus apart, as green as the forest that had continued growing nonetheless. “And I have been a son who is lost. I have been taken and I have been taken from.” Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh. Oh this is. This is so much. Wow. So powerful and??????????????

Calliope nodded. “Then perhaps we can mourn him too?” FALLS TO MY KNEES

Major spoiler warning for the end of The Sandman comics below. Please scroll if you haven't read that far or just if you'd like to avoid them. I've tried to make sure I've tagged properly but just wanted to add an additional warning.

Ok so a while ago @two-hands-toward-the-sun made a post about Daniel Hall and Calliope meeting after he becomes Dream, and it made me curious so I started thinking about what that would be like. Below is the resulting ficlet :)

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There was a question to be asked when Calliope arrived.

The Furies attack had made its mark, scars left on a realm whole but still healing. Despite that she found the Dreaming felt unchanged; still ever shifting, a constancy in how it reflected every Dreamer, in how it reflected Dream.

That same quality carried, that sense of the new in the old, observed when Calliope met Dream of the Endless in his palace and found him at once so recognisable and yet so very unfamiliar. She found it in hair as white as she knew it had been once before, as she knew it had been so very long ago, Calliope found it in eyes that had never been green but had always been starlit. This was the same sky, just as likely to turn black, currently content to match shades with the emerald hanging around a pale neck, its gold chain glimmering against the now white clothes. It made the pain somewhat easier to feel, made the loss somewhat clearer too, the cut cleaner.

Perhaps it would never heal but the wound wasn’t ragged.

Calliope smiled. “What would you like me to call you?”

For the first time he smiled too.

It was a fine thing for that to be the first thing she witnessed, the first discovery she made of him. Calliope had not seen it on this face—younger, so similar and yet not that at all—watched and learnt the way these features softened and found it lovely. 

“Daniel.” He said; still Dream’s voice, low and soft, not quite like hearing a ghost though, not when the voice of a dream had always been so much more than what was left by the dead. “I chose it.”

There was pride in that.

A child’s. Not immature, just fresh, untainted. Calliope's smile widened even as tears began to well in her eyes. “Very well then Daniel.”

“You may also call me Dream.” He added. 

Calliope nodded. “It’s who you are.”

Another smile.

“It is.”

-

Calliope had been invited.

She found herself curious as to why now.

“What has made things different?” Calliope asked, knowing she was here for more than to attend a funeral. “Morpheus was never ready, you are all he was…”

Daniel waited once she trailed off.

He stood silent while confirming that Calliope wasn’t going to continue. It was only then that Dream picked up the thread Calliope had dropped, it was only then that he revealed that he'd caught it as it fell. “You wish to know what I gained?”

It wasn’t a surprise that he’d untangled her question so effortlessly.

Calliope found that remained just as unsettling as Dream’s perception could so often be. Precise in the way a scalpel was; it cut out only what was needed, went as deep as was required by the wound, cut expertly but it still cut. He was right. Calliope did wish to know what he’d gained, though until he’d said that she’d not been sure it was the right word, the right definition. Daniel Hall had been human. Morpheus had always been Endless.

Calliope didn’t know what to think of the amalgamation of that.

Perhaps she never would, but she could still use a perception all her own to try and find both sides of its coin. “Yes, what you gained…and what you lost.”

“I…” Dream paused but didn't stumble, paused not to find the words but to feel them. “I lost them both. I gained them both. We joined and so became new.”

“Changed.”

“Yes.” He shrugged, so simple a motion for so large a truth. “What is that for one such as me? What can it be. To change is to die, and to die is to change.”

“Our son died.” Calliope said quietly.

“I know.” Daniel said. “I know what that is now.”

“I don’t.” Calliope admitted, her own simple statement for far too large a truth. “Not like a mortal does. How can I mourn when—“

Daniel took her hand. “You can mourn with me.”

Oh.

He was kind, wasn’t he?

So very kind, just like her Oneiros had been. Daniel was dark like him too; sharp, resplendent in it, somehow refreshed like a mortal was after a long sleep, less worn and weary in a world the same as when they'd closed their eyes. The nightmare in him reborn too, as it should be, that cruel aspect rejuvenated because it had never been a wound to cast out. Calliope had never needed to find Dream in the darkness, had never forgot enough of him to try, had known no hand was needed to pull him out of what might be dark but would always be him.

The full spectrum of what a dream was; Dream was as soft as he was sharp, the hand that now held Calliope's was as cold as the action was warm, Dream was cruel—

He was kind.

“It takes time, doesn’t it? For us.” Calliope said quietly, part of her always standing two thousand years away. “How long can grief last when one lives forever.”

Daniel considered that for a moment, heard its threat, its hope. “Perhaps even grief must die.”

“Must change?”

He smiled, this time a little impish, a mischievousness familiar and utterly unique. “Indeed.”

Calliope sighed. “I do not think mine can change the way yours did.”

“No.”

“I suppose that is true for humans too.” Calliope continued, then tested specifics, tested going as far down another thread as she could and wondering if he might once again pick it up. “For other parents. Other mothers.”

Calliope didn't trail off this time, dropped the thread all the same, deliberate and—

It changed hands.

“I have lost a son,” Dream said, his eyes as green as the place where the Bacchante had torn Orpheus apart, as green as the forest that had continued growing nonetheless. “And I have been a son who is lost. I have been taken and I have been taken from. I know what hurts you, Calliope the muse, and I would mourn with you if you’d allow me.”

“You lost a mother.” Calliope realised; breathed it like an ode, where grief expressed the fullest, felt an answer resonate as what could only be given as poetry.

“I am Daniel.” He said, somehow agreed, somehow refuted too, both acknowledged what grief that was and what it couldn’t be. His pause was what lay between stanzas, what inspired the next one to begin. “But I am not Daniel Hall.”

Oh Dream. 

A baby had died—oh that hurt, the thought of Orpheus dead like that, the thought of him having so little time—a mother grieving what could never, ever come back. They had spoken of loss, of Morpheus, of Daniel, because there were really two deaths in this one life. A new pain in that to match what else was gained. Refreshed Dream may be but there was always a burden to bear, always one to carry. That was life, was dreams and nightmares, was balance and perhaps it was restricting to call that a caveat. It was neutrality perhaps, a scale that could tip both ways.

It wasn’t failure that made this hurt.

Calliope nodded. “Then perhaps we can mourn him too?”

Perhaps Dream had tested the dropping of a thread this time. Daniel stilled, looked at her searchingly; eyes now black and aglow with stars, the wonder of looking up at the sky, the wonder of looking down at the earth. They shared that between them. Calliope found herself remembering Orpheus—a child asking to stay up late, an adult asking if she’d like to meet his future wife—remembered a searching look that said I need to be sure.

That said do you really mean it?’

She’d never seen it in Dream, found it now. This fragile sort of wondering, this want revealed as if he’d not yet thought he’d be given the gift. 

As if he’d not known he’d be granted the right. 

Dream nodded at last. 

“Yes.”

[bunnboi]

"pshaw."

Idk what you've been through

But most people I know that are from the future (casey jr)

Have some kind of untreated or untalked about trauma

So, I'm just sayingggggg......

No idea what you mean. Me? Trauma? Never.

[shansenfan]

*Acosf theory*

MUST READ PLEASE YOU HAVE TO READ THIS

i’m watching steph and ava’s acosf live and oml

They are talking about Tamlin being Gwyn’s dad and steph doesnt believe that Gwyn is Tamlins daughter because if she was she probably would have been mentioned in the previous books. I totally get that. I agree to that.

But what I JUST HAD A THOUGHT THAT BLEW MY MIND

What if... Gwyn’s dad was Andras

Fire Night also called Calanmai is a ceremony held in Prythian which signals the start of spring. On Fire Night, various celebrations occur, including lighting bonfires, playing of drums, and the Great Rite. The crops depend upon the magic in The Great Rite on Fire Night. Each High Lord must perform The Great Rite, where they allow powerful magic to enter their bodies and seize control of them. It will cause the High Lord to attempt to find the Maiden and release magic that will spread through the lands via sex with the maiden and allow crops to grow. Many males and females gather to have sex that night as other dalliances will help the land to.

“Many males and females gather to have sex that night as other dalliances WILL HELP THE LAND TO”

Magic chose Gwyn’s mother and her father.

AND FUCK

Gwyn’s mother took part of the Great Rite when she was of age, and she had Gwtn and Catrin. Which was a result in a sacred union with a male stranger. Her mother never found out who he was, for the magic chose him that night, and no one ever showed up to ask about twin girls.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYINGGGGGG

[autisticandroids]

I am thrilled to have you, the verified Castiel Understander, diagnose Cas with Scorpio. Ever since I watched the Godstiel arc I've been saying this, but I'm generally more of a Sam girl and I thought that I might be mistaken. I'm a Scorpio sun and Cas leaving people who pray to him on read because he's off doing shady shit. Getting mad at Sam Bobby and Dean for accusing him of things he actually did. Backstabbing Balthazar. Getting punished for his hubris with the levitation thing. Fixating one person in particular and being jealous in petty ways when that person isn't paying attention to him. All extremely relatable Scorpio things! Plus if you read anything about aquarius and scorpio compatibility it tracks.

this is what i am SAYINGGGGGG. like. water sign whore but also SPECIFICALLY scorpio.

[drunktayloratthevmas]

Yesssss

I HAVE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG

rewatching baby driver and buddy and darling are so barty and evan coded

like buddy absolutely losing his shit and killing EVERYBODY after darling dies? being shot at least 10 times and not giving up bc he NEEDS to kill the person responsible for her death? that is so barty coded

[bcdluckstumblcd]

@ohquirks replied:  hi just saying that he would have been in hizashi's, shouta's and oboro's class just sayingggggg-

I HAVE AN WHOLE ASS POST ON MY BLOG SOMEWHERE WHERE I TALKED ABOUT THIS AND NOW I HAVE TO GO FIND IT *CRIES*

[albertserra]

what have i been SAYINGGGGGG. and participating vicariously in the hero’s exploits? LITERALLY the whole subgenre of movies with ghosts/souls/otherworldly beings that are laden with homoeroticism