#anyways it was. good movie

[nerdyqueerr]

Pro tip: enhance your I Saw the TV Glow experience by listening to these songs in the car on the drive home

You will surely not regret ljg/dyke drama/mountain goats combo after this movie

[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.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

secrets of farming (1863) - john w. large

"yeowch augh taking damage ough eurgh"

[za1ka]

noooooooo Aziraphale don't turn around you won't survive the cunt this diva is serving

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[jamnsketch]

venus // pluto

[elainiisms]

it's almost like... if you play a movie in 10 cinemas worldwide, it doesn't do as well as it could 🤯🤯

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe / blonde.

+ zoomed in versions :))

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

STILL thinking about drunk chess actually

stupid as hell bonus:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby and Into the pit Oswald have similar “friends”..

[dragggd]

got possessed by demons but now i’m back anyway i’m posting this and crawling back to my cavern see ya

[egophiliac]

IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)

(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)

[dykecubes]

Ppl in 2020: if you like Minecraft YouTubers you should kill yourself NOWWWWW

Those same ppl now: so are you taking the chicken or the beef

[echojedis]

Rex: Whose lost child is this

[sapphicides]

i don’t think anyone talks enough about how romantic the dance scene between elphaba and glinda really was. it’s such a pivotal moment for both of them, but especially glinda. in some ways i believe this is the moment she goes from galinda to glinda— this is the moment she begins to drop the mean girl façade and not try to force herself to see past elphaba’s differences, but face them head on and love and accept them.

she leaves behind fiyero, her friends, her judgements, inhibitions, and shame; everything that had been defining her as a character up until that moment. when glinda whispers to fiyero, “she does, she’s just good at pretending not to,” after he says elphaba doesn’t care what others think, that’s because she’s pretending too. when they dance, they become mirror images of one another. glinda copies her movements, lets elphaba guide her, and it’s their shared vulnerability that guides the crowd behind them.

and yet, it’s the first moment neither of them truly care about people’s judgements, their own perceived reputations, or anything but each other. in that moment, the crowd disappears, and all that’s left is elphaba and glinda, closer and more intimate than either of them have ever been with anyone. in my mind, that’s the moment they really fell in love

[raineyraven]

man i feel bad for fans of the httyd movies who haven't seen the shows, especially race to the edge. like they don't know that the riders left berk and lived on an outpost together to go adventuring and fight dragon hunters as a team. they don't know that snotlout and astrid and fishlegs and the twins got character development. they don't know how cool and interesting the villains in the shows are compared to the movies. they don't know that the riders are filled with love and loyalty to each other and they bicker and train and play card games with each other and have sleepovers together and will risk their lives for their friends and their dragons in a heartbeat. imagine that.