#i watched that in at least 2 movies i think?

[loseractivities]

What’s your headcanons for stuilly as kids???🤨

thanks for asking!!!! fjahdjshhshshshdhdhshs

i love childhood stuilly sooo fucking much. ok for starters

- they met in kindergarten

- stu was the class clown and well liked by students but since billy rarely talked or engaged with others he had no friends other than stu

- despite this stu was mostly the one clinging to billy and trying to get him talking

- billy was extremely reluctant to the idea of a sleepover because of his routine (watching movies and falling asleep alone or near his mom)

- but after stu persuaded him the first time they kept having sleepovers.

- billy yapped and yapped about movies when he realized he could talk to stu and he would actually be interested. autism

- billy kills stus pet hamster. or fish. or both. havent decided. he just at some point "accidentally" kills it by flushing it down the toilet or something

- stu is the one that introduces billy to hunting, weapons, etc. billy of course gets too into it

- oh yea, i think stu's parents send him to a christian camp for the summer. when stu first meets billy stu has no filter and will not shut up about him and stu's parents do NOT take that well

- overall i just live for the concept of them being freaks, like billy staring off into space or poking road kill or something while stu rambles about odd shit

- oh and of course the polaroid headcanon. stu for sure gets a polaroid camera that he eventually has to share with billy and they take pictures of each other. i think billy kept a lot of photos from when they were younger, stu ends up losing or misplacing them

- i think with the first girlfriend stu gets billy gets unreasonably angry with him and refuses to talk to him for at least a week. until he learns thats not normal behavior and has to stop doing that

- not so fun headcanon imo billy calls stu the f slur consistently throughout their friendship. at first stu is genuinely hurt by it but then it just blurs along with all the other insults billy doesn't actually mean

- stu started smoking weed around 14 (dont ask how he got it) and billy started smoking cigarettes at 15 (dont ask how he got it)

- when billy was younger since his mom was mostly dressing him he's dress kinda preppy and with neatly done hair and stuff. he didnt hate it or anything, but when he was 15 or so he got more into grungy stuff

- stu was the one that pierced billy's ears, billy pierced stu's. at 15 too maybe

- ive said this before i think but billy was an extremely picky eater and refused to eat anything "new" when he was little

- they would carve things into trees

- billy cried a lot when he was like 2-7

- stu would purposefully hurt himself or others for attention and play it off as an accident

- stu was (and is) very impulsive and takes a lotttt of risks for seemingly no reason other than taking a risk

- billy was extremely competitive

- on the school bus even if it was completely empty they would sit right next to each other

- like a literal dog stu used to pretty much tackle billy into the ground because he would be so happy to see him. he fortuntely somewhat grew out of that habit

thanks thats all for now but im sure theres more in my brain that i cant think of atm

[sailorscout93]

Okay part 2 of Cynthia and Ariana’s commentary notes I’m making starting immediately after The Wizard and I until the incident in Dr. Dillamond’s classroom. This one also features some random fun facts about me and some random facts I know that weren’t mentioned in the commentary.

1. Ari being so self conscious of her writing in the letter to ‘Momsie and Popsicle’ 😂

2. I love how Ariana keeps referring to Elphaba as Elphie when talking about the character, she really is Glinda but also…. I’ve done that too when talking about these characters to people. I call Elphaba ‘Elphie’ more often than her full name and I regularly switch between “Galinda” and “Glinda” and while I try to keep it depending on whether they’re at Shiz being Galinda and from the train to the Emerald City onward to parts I haven’t seen yet because I haven’t seen the full story of Act II or anything that could potentially occur post canon in fanfics I read and such being Glinda, I regularly still manage to use them interchangeably

3. “Bowen and Bronwyn ATE this choreography!” (During What is This Feeling?) I know Bowen Yang specifically was very self conscious about dancing in this movie so to hear them praise them about it makes me so happy

4. Cynthia mentioning that “This was my birthday! Well, my first birthday that occurred while we were filming….” For the part when Elphaba comes out from behind Galinda’s stuff with the pink parasol. Just a little fun fact but ALSO it reminds you JUST HOW LONG they worked on these 2 movies to think that at the very least Cynthia had TWO birthdays during filming. Knowing that both of them auditioned in Summer 2021, I’m guessing that first birthday for her would’ve been January 2022 (yes Cynthia’s birthday is next week for those who didn’t know). So please cut the crying girls in the press tour some slack, they’ve been working on this and been in this world for 3 and a half years now, of course they’re emotional!

5. Cynthia’s “Jon always managed to catch my weirdest facial expressions!” But Ariana loves them! (And so do I)

6. Ari CRINGING at Galinda’s behavior in Dr. Dillamond’s classroom. She gets it! She knows Galinda was playing a part, knew she was being watched, that she was just a shell of who Galinda actually is. She wasn’t her best. But then praising Elphie and Cynthia’s like “Nah, this isn’t Elphaba’s best either. She’s also a shadow of her true self here.” I LOVE how talented they are that they can both SO EMBODY these characters so much to the point that they can portray a shadow of that character’s true nature!

7. Ariana is back to fangirling over Cynthia with her “awww I love you two together!” About Elphie and Dr. Dillamond 😂 as Terrible as Galinda acts in that whole scene, Ari’s true nature shines through in the commentary about how much she loves Elphaba and Dr. Dillamond

8. Ari: “How are we gonna make it through the whole movie?!” Cynthia: *groans* “I don’t know!” PLS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

If you’re still here I don’t know how I AM GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS WHOLE MOVIE! Lol it took me 2 parts and like 2 hours just to get through the first hour of the commentary 😂 this is gonna end up being a multi part, possibly multi day saga of me trying to get through the commentary with my own commentary! Expect by the end its gonna be 5 or 6 parts

[writtenbyyunjin]

・❥・ I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU

PAIRING : spiderman! yunjin x fem! reader

GENRE : fluff, gl

SYNOPSIS : yunjin & you shares a dorm together which means that you became both friends quickly and got very close. but you feel like she is hiding something from you.

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as usual, you spend your evening with yunjin since you guys share the same dorm. yunjin is laying beside you on your bed as you both watch a movie, “spiderman no way home”. you really like all the things that turns around spiderman and marvel in general, and lucky you that yunjin share the same interests as you

while watching the movie together, you feel like something’s off. usually, yunjin would cuddles with you and make jokes about what she sees on the screen, and you’d always laugh so hard together that both of your stomachs would hurt. but today, it’s not the case. she looks somehow… lost in her thoughts? it looks like she was preoccupied by something. and when you ask her who is the character on the screen, she doesn’t even know how to answer and say something false. something was happening, and you had to know what is it

since the movie was finished, yunjin is going to her bed just in front of yours and you suddenly have the urge to talk to her, to saying her something before she sleeps. so, as you sit on your bed, you say to her in a gentle tone : “goodnight yunjinie” as you say this with a smile, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief when she looks at you and give you back your smile before she replies : “goodnight sweetheart”. and after she said this, you switch off the lights and lay on your bed as you cover yourself with your blanket

there was a big silence in the room, almost suffocating. you know something’s happening about yunjin, and you had to know what. so you decided to not sleep the whole night or at least pretend to sleep if yunjin happens to come to see you during the night, since you think that maybe she’ll do something that will answer all of your questions

and you were right, not even 2 hours after, you hear yunjin getting up slowly yet carefully from her bed as you fake sleeping. as you hear her quiet steps, you can say that she is making her way towards your bed, you feel her presence so close to you. suddenly, you feel her face very close to you, which means that she’s checking if you sleep or not. you tried your best to not make any moves that will betray you from not sleeping. but knowing that her face were just millimeters away from here makes your heart beating faster. fortunately, she move away her face and go away as you can still hear her footsteps. what is she doing? all by surprise, you hear her changing with new clothes, as you can hear her trying to wear something else. suddenly, you feel a little brush of air coming from the window, and you can not move anymore so you turn your body to the other side so you can have an eye on the window, and when you open your eyes, you feel them widening when you see what’s happening : yunjin jumped from the window and went to a basement’s roof. she was wearing something red, like a combinaison. suddenly, you run to the window and look at the building of New York being lighted in the night

so that’s why she was so distant today while we watched a movie? it’s because she had a mission to do in the night? is she… spiderman? no, it’s impossible, it can’t be real, you say to yourself. but yet, you can’t help but believe what you just saw, it’s not a dream or an illusion. you really saw yunjin jumping from the window, and went from roof to roof with her spider web, like spiderman

after what happened, you can’t sleep at all as you’re sat on your bed and repeats in a loop what yunjin did earlier in the night. you suddenly found the urge to take a look at her personal things in her cupboards, on her desk, everywhere. as you search for any hint that shows that she is really spiderman, you surprisingly find a little box in the last storage space in her desk. and when you opened it, your eyes widened when you took off what is it : it’s a spiderman mask, but a more modern one. and with this, you knew it wasn’t a coincidence, and you can’t deny it anymore : she is spiderman, for sure

so, you decided to wait for her, as you’re sat on your bed, arms crossed. you wanted explanations, and you don’t care if you have to wait the whole night

as the time passes by, it’s already 5am in the morning and you can see the sunrise in the sky, and finally, you see yunjin coming back by the window with her combinaison of spiderman. and as you see her closing the window behind her, she takes off her mask as she sighs softly and as she turns around to look at me for seeing if you’re still sleeping and the both of you make an eye contact. suddenly, you see her body freezing and her face looking pale, like she just saw a ghost

as you ook at her with still your arms crossed, you get up from your bed and take few steps towards her before you stop right in front of her and ask : “i want explanations, why you didn’t tell me?”

as you wait for an answer, you can see yunjin being completely embarrassed yet guilty of the fact that she didn’t tell you about everything. so she scratch the back of her neck gently with her fingers completely embarrassed before he sighs and say : “i’m sorry, i really wanted to talk to you about it… but i was so scared that you would find it weird and don’t wanna talk to me anymore” she then add before you cut her : “i know it’s stupid but-“, and she don’t even have the chance to finish her sentence that you hug her tightly and say with a smile on your face : “i’m not mad at you, i was just worried.. and you will never make me find you weird or anything yunjin”. as you say this, she hug you back even tighter and caress your back as she takes a huge weight off her shoulders by saying her hidden identity. the sunrise was slapping gently yunjin’s back as the room was filled with rays of sunrise.

as you hug her for a good five minutes, you move away gently your head from her shoulder as you’re still in her embrace and take a look at her before you say with a sincere smile : “i love you yunjin, truly”, and as you say this, yunjin feels her heart flutters away. and she can’t resist anymore, she tried to resist for too long, so she looks at you with love and affection in her eyes as she put a strand of your hair behind your ear and say with a smile : “i love you more”

after she said this, you don’t even have the time to react or respond that she gently pulls you in a kiss as you feel your lips melting against hers. you kiss her even more as the kiss is full of affection and love. you can feel yunjin putting both of her hands on your hips as she pulls you closer to her and deepens the kiss before both of your tongues meets and play together

then, after few minutes, you finally break the kiss and look at her with love eyes. she looks at you the same way and start to caress your cheek gently with her thumb before she says : “i was made for loving you, sweetheart”

[littleplantfreak]

Mari (ಡ‸ಡ)❤︎︎ your tagssss sent me I adore you!! I’m so so glad you liked it honeybun (｡•́︿•̀｡)❤︎︎

I’m holding out my left hand rn I can fight I’ll take on Ume I’ll lose but I’ll try my best for you bb he’s very big and I am very little You are literally the sweetest ever and I just wanted to do something for your bday and your milestone I’m so so happy you liked it AHH ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ I tried to fit in some stuff you’ve told me about your self ship too ❤︎︎

I’ll have my strawberry mochi and we can eat them virtually and I’m sending you all the smooches, thanks. Suo and Ume can DEAL WITH IT!! okay ilysm mwah mwah mwah (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )❤︎︎

If i’m the sweetest? Hi pot, I’m kettle! You’re sweeter still. You don’t have to fight Ume, I’ll fight him if i have to 🤨 I’d like to see him try me though.

[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[that-sarcastic-writer]

I just watched the new crow. And guess what??? I fucking liked it. No spoilers here but it was NOTHING like the original. Not one bit was taken from the original and replicated. It was a completely different story. And guess what? I still love the original to pieces. I still love Brandon as Eric. But also guess what? I enjoyed how Bill made it his own. It didn’t feel like a copy. It felt like a different version, with a different story. And that’s okay. The original is still awesome and super iconic. But news flash, the new one isn’t shit just bc it’s called The Crow 2024. Maybe give reboots a chance before shitting on it. The original came out in 1990. That’s 34 fucking years ago. That’s a whole generation right there. Y’all act like reboots and remakes haven’t existed since the beginning of the film industry. Some are bad and a cash grab, and some are actually kinda cool and have its own thing going. I think this one has its own tone just like the original had its very distinct aesthetic and tone.

Yes I liked it. So what. If I didn’t I would say so. I went into it expecting nothing, if anything I expected to be trash and nonsensical, but no. Everything made sense, it had a pretty cohesive story and gave a different and darker (like metaphorically not literal, nothing can be darker than the original) telling of the story and Eric’s character. And that’s okay. Let’s just learn to watch and enjoy some movies without blindly hating on them just because it’s cool to.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

one of my favorite clark headcanons that i have (that is completely unsupported by canon) is that he's transgender by kryptonian standards. martha and jon kent raised him as a boy and as he grew up he never had any reason to doubt it at all, he was like yeah i'm a boy, makes sense. and then he gets to the fortress of solitude for the first time and it turns out how Gender works on krypton was just Different enough that clark doesn't really fit the kryptonian standards of whatever he was supposed to be. bonus points because this makes him feel like even more of an outsider as a kryptonian, even if he's the last one left.

[bat-gwuck]

I apologise in advance bc I just saw gladiator ii and it’s reignited my long lost obsession with gladiator and I WILL be making it everyone else’s problem

[coridallasmultipass]

Finally knitted Halloween socks that I've been meaning to knit since I bought this yarn last year!

The yarn is from "SavannahRoseHandmade" from the 90s Halloween Collection (sold out now UGH [understandable, but UGH]) and is visually inspired by the movie Scream (1996). I saw the colour pooling effect on their sample swatch when they shared the yarn collection images on Reddit last year, and was immediately like, 'Holy shit it's just like CRT TV static!!' And I had to get it. (And then life happened and I didn't get around to knitting them until now lol).

And unfortunately, I'm SO IN LOVE WITH IT!! THE EFFECT DID TRANSLATE TO SOCKS AND NOW IT'S LIKE, AHHH I NEED MORE. I don't know if I have enough yarn left to make an additional pair, so I'll have to figure out how to weigh it and the socks and see if the weight compares (really don't wanna end up with 3 socks and not enough for the 4th lol). But yeah. I'm so glad I got to do this. The yarn colouration was SO fun to work with, and the yarn was a nice and smooth 1-ply which was a huge relief from the fluffy yarn on the socks I'd been working on just before this. And yes, I did intentionally take this photo in front of those books because of the spiral-ish pooling.

Can I just also... like... holy fuck, man. I LOVE when yarn pools into unique patterns. It's the best phenomenon ever. And especially like for this one being black and white? That subtle grey transition from stark white to pitch black is EVERYTHING. Like I never would have thought one could create yarn that would pool EXACTLY like TV static rolling down the screen when knit. Major nostalgia vibes. I can feel the forcefield.

Also, started these babies September 27 and finished the second sock today October 3rd, which may be a new record for me knitting socks, I was so fucking excited. I even have a big ole 'writers bump' on my finger from the way I hold my knitting needles lmao (was also knitting a different pair of socks before this, too), and my arthritis is Not happy, but screw you, arthritis! I'M HAPPY.

Side note: it would be cool to pair this yarn with like a red addition somehow. Get a Saw vibe going bc of the TV static pooling effect. (I do love Scream though.) Or you could even probably take it a The Ring route with like a fly applique or something. So many horror movie staples with TV static effect, and not enough Scream yarn to test them out!!

Bonus image when the socks were a WIP:

I had my new tooth and doll eye stitch markers going. I DO have bloody murder weapon stitch markers, but none of them are a buck knife (Ghostface's weapon), so I went for general Halloween vibes instead (even tho I use stitch markers like this year-round lol).

[quirkle2]

who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)

His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.

The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.

The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.

Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.

Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.

Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.

He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.

Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.

He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”

Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.

He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.

They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.

Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.

Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.

He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.

It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.

He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.

If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.

He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.

Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.

He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.

He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.

The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.

His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.

Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.

Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.

Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.

Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.

His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.

Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.

Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.

Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.

Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.

The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.

[crehador]

this may be too many 💀

[r0semultiverse]

holy shit, Bungo Stray Dogs multiverse real 👀

[joodeegemstone]

my mom tried shrooms for the first time today. she came out of her room while i was making coffee and she was like "whoOoOoOooo, i'm tripping balls. you're so pretty. the pictures on the wall are so pretty. your hair is so pretty. i can't wait to see the true colors of jellyfish. i need to sit down and watch more jellyfish videos. i wonder what they really look like."

anyway, i hope she isn't disappointed by her jellyfish videos tomorrow.

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

new pfp! who’s the new guy?

ASH <3 my bloody beloved loser from the evil dead franchise. he's just like ybcpatrick because he's stupid and silly and covered in blood and tortured by demons except ash's demons are REAL and OUT TO GET HIM

[mbat]

and of course only now after i gave up on the idea of going to the movies and just watched wicked by myself, my dad is like 'we might finally go to the movies tomorrow btw. you wanted to see wicked right?' 😑 i only spent a whole month asking but ok sure

i dont even wanna rewatch it bro. it was good, but holy fuck it was long and i didnt love it enough to wanna rewatch it only 4 days later but whatever

[the-acid-pear]

see the thing that gets me about the human centipede is that you're either a normie going to watch a movie and getting scared over nothing of you're a freak whos going like WHAT'S ALL THIS THEN?! and like both can backfire bc i cannot stress enough The Human Centipede is such a stupidly tame movie there's barely any blood at all but thing is what makes me be SO insane about it it's that Heiter's actor May He Rest In Peace just put his WHOLE PUSSY into playing him making it such a fucking enjoyable and hilarious movie.

Like you cannot go watch the human centipede first sequence expecting to be scared bc you'll get bored in the first 40 minutes of doomed yuri but you gotta embrace the sheer campiness of it. Nobody cares about the campiness bro. He makes chicken sounds. He makes horrible silly chicken noises. Are you listening to me.