#sarah is confused

[vroomvroomvettel]

so what exactly is sophia doing as a brand representator of alpine

is it some kind of academy thing? or promos ? or tests

[d4ydream-girl]

comments from smosh cast + crew on shourtney's wedding post!!

ft. mythical, thomas sanders, macdoesit, and www.chess.com?? lol

[mashedmangos]

They're waiting for Clem

[hiddleston-daily]

Tom's agenda in April

9 - Variety Virtuoso Award at the Miami Film Festival 

11 – Happy Sad Confused Podcast, with Josh Horowitz.

12 - Screening of the 2nd season of 'Loki'.

13 - Screening of the 2nd season of 'Loki', at PaleyFest.

[lopeirce]

Cruel Intentions (1999)

[seranavolkihars]

consider the sarah morgan

[the-mystical-aquatic-gay]

gerrymicheal labyrinth au

i’m right and i should say it, but also how has no one done this before me?

obviously gerry would be sarah, and michael would be jareth (they’re both blonde trickster characters who live in and have some level of control over an ever changing maze. please tell me someone else sees my Vision™️)

outside of just that i feel like you could take it a couple different ways:

just a straight up au, no fears or anything just micheal the goblin king and gerry the fantasy loving goth. literally just the plot of labyrinth but dropping these two into sarah and jareth’s places.

more of a fusion, the fears do exist but the labyrinth is either a part of the spiral or just flat out Is the spiral in this universe. bonus points for having gerry learn about the labyrinth and it’s monstrous king from either meeting/reading a statement from sarah herself about a certain red leather bound spiral leitner

is purely self indulgent crack, they watch the movie together and gerry mentions how hot he thinks david bowie is. micheal hears that and spiral logic says “hm, kidnapping and threats in a nearly impossible maze huh? i can do that!”

[winter-seance]

Recovery (2007)

[whyareyouhere66]

S4 SPOILERS BTW

Really wishing that the OBX writers went with like a “feel good cliche” with JJ instead of killing him 😭😭

like it’s sooo expected but I DONT CARE-

like JJ gets stabbed and stuff but they get him to a hospital and he goes into one of those medical comas or soemthing 🤠 (I know nothing about medical care btw) and for the fifth season they think he’s gonna die so they go for revenge anyways (and also cause getting the crown could pay those med bills) and then at the end of the season he wakes up magically and all is right again 😍

(Also someone pls make a “obx cast drama for dummies” for me cause I’m confused- on one hand I’ve been hearing, and Google supports this, that the creators had planned for JJ’s death since the beginning of the show but other people are saying it’s Rudy’s gfs fault 😭)

[zegalba]

Sarah Sonnenstaub for Dazed & Confused (1998) Photography: Hubertus Ilse

[hersterical]

If I ever meet Sarah Michelle Gellar I’m going to tell her that I love her as Faith in Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[midnight-mourning]

Happy Halloween!! 🎃

I've started reading confused spirit yesterday and I'm loving sun the menace ™️ and poor reader really needs help

Currently on chapter 18 and I'm LOVING your writing and looking forward to the the rest of the fic and your other works

(Ps I love the other human character specially bri, Abby and the siblings)

AHHHHH you're so kind thank you!!!

Happy you enjoy, I love making sun just the absolute worst <3

Reader will get help soon, not right now, but soon :)

Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out by the time you catch up (but DANG you're on ch. 18 already I applaud you)

also ahhhh I'm so glad!! They are my silly little guys and I'm happy others like them too ^-^

Have a (finally) finished Abby ref as a treat:

🌟Abby🌟

22

your friend from highschool

works in the PR division

somehow the clumsiest, yet most atheltic person you've ever met??

One time got (unjustly) suspended from school for roasting a guy so hard he cried

And additionally;

Abby @ Sarah at LEAST once:

Thanks for the ask and happy (late) Halloween!!

[arrow-v-flash-polls]

When not facing speedsters there were other Villians that wrecked havoc that Barry and Team Flash had to stop. Which non-speedster villian did you enjoy most?

[arson-09]

“trust the process” girl. he sexually assaulted her i aint trusting NO process

[faguscarolinensis]

Halictus confusus on Tradescantia pallida 'Purpurea' / Confused Sweat Bee on Purple Heart at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[edwardsissyhandsthtdanceslikeabb]

Blink Twice is an encapsulation of dubiousness to me, not only in the thinking it inspires, but in the layers you’re left grappling with, and then the inferences one has to resonate with after that.

and nothing evidences that more than the intangible nature of the disturbing angle to me, as its muddied in the layers of complication and nuance that lurk beneath. i mean the movie itself paints over the tragedies with cynicism, is entirely dedicated to weaponizing intuition and comfort against you.

i’d never read it as disturbed, and it too, never lets you mourn in turn. bc its insane at its inception, warped by frida’s fanatical infatuation with slater, bordering preying, a reverence for one's kill. and lures us with psychedelic, sugary visuals, with the indulgence – on food, luxury, substances. on billionaire brainrot fodder, perpetuating their power, craving proximity. inviting it into our homes, our heads. the movie *wants* you, most of all, to understand frida’s hunger. and its that thirst i most resonate with, not for a lack of empathy, or even technical prowess, but the basal intrigue it cemented in me instead.

bc it’s a movie that’s nearly primal for me. it scents cycles and desensitization, roles and autonomy, a self-infliction of decay, and disorients you before you’re allowed a proper lungful. there are only questions. shifts. a russian doll of detail and poison, and the inviolability that invoked, ironically only ever paralyzed my thinking, serving creative rot, over any epiphanies or nuance i could hope to be enlightened to.

the animalistic cruelty of desire is not there to be contextualized, but understood. felt. a relationship as inextricable as frida and slater’s. with slater likely parasitizing her algorithm, wielding his techbro power to further entrap her. like how we routinely indulge in the same. you rewind the movie, and pick out signs of danger, slater snickering at frida praising her memory, the supposed water he drinks and its snake-venom hue, the recurring jingling of a necklace, and like frida, have the fantasy demystified, wonder how there was *ever* an illusion of safety.

so watching an analysis video which posits that slater smokes the venom, that he indulges all suffering except his own, just as frida remembers the doctor’s blinks of warning, while burying the suffering they foresee, that they have seen, is watching frida emulate slater, and slater her.

it’s the movie’s thesis statement: there is no healing, there is no forgiveness, only embrace, only numbness, apathy. and when a stray tear glistens on slater’s face, he mourns not for the men, for paternalistic, patriarchal dominance, but for his friend. the only one he claims. he mourns their intimacy, their unity — grieves the good time™. a good time unattainable within trauma, within memory.

yet this pleasure, love, are perverted into captivity, and all i ended up thinking of was: “i love you means you’re never ever, ever getting rid of me.” that slater thinks he knows best, thinks he’s doing good by unburdening her, yet scars her all the same.

as bodies are made immaterial to him, dispossessed of sanctity or autonomy and so their desecration harmless. as slater makes frida a conduit for physical harm while lavishing her emotionally, and yet also exploiting their bond, feeding on their closeness for the labor of love and pain it provides. bc the one thing he needs, the one thing he cannot sacrifice, is her closeness, her intimacy, as it validates his ethos of forgetfulness, reflects it back at him. thusly, frida is reduced to a vessel of experience just as he was, just as he reduces himself to, oversaturated in good times™.

good times masquerading as truth, which slater exposes a latent contempt for, as he emasculates the remaining boy for his cowardice, his complacency, despite his glaringly disoriented, unaware state. regardless of any violation he too may have suffered, when we’d seen him scooting away from another man on the ground, enfeebled and vulnerated. in spite of slater’s aggrievement by his own lapses in memory, his own embracing of that which violated him, and violated also, those he cares abt. but slater is relieved of any loneliness by this flagelattory camaraderie, of the perpetual loss of significance, when frida remains a fixture in his suffering, when she constantly violates her boundaries too.

and we too strain our boundaries, test our empathy with the narratives we are inclined to accept. frida the girlboss or frida the fallen angel? akin to the tests slater sets for her, handing her clarity just to see what she dares remember. the good time™, the willing participant, the indulged, or the languished? seeing if she’s really forgiven, or rather, forgotten instead, drawn to indulgence despite how its hurt her. when she endangers jess in turn, desperate to feel valued, to *feel* power — in it all, is the powerstruggle.

and yet, also a relationship, as jess protects frida despite it all, and frida wakes up to the deception bc of her love for jess. while the island, the staff, embrace frida as if she has always been, will find her way around just as she will find a way to enlightenment, handed venom as if it were benign, as if the island itself wanted her freed. pests, predators, turned to salvation, just as poison becomes a cure. the cure. and when the island has been said to be the garden of eden, enlightenment is truly then, the original sin. the genesis of awareness.

and thusly, frida reclaims power by hurting him, fed his own poison. frida now the snake, frida refusing to leave the island still. denied healing, alienated from it, and so stuck still. bound. bound too, as we watched them enjoy every intimacy except the physical, sharing the pain and trauma they’d been subjected to with a nearly ironic a-sexuality, transcendent of it. with slater seeing her as his best friend. exempt from death and equally so from release.

and that twisted, appropriative bond, the repurposing of trauma, and so feeling a sick sense of ownership over it, love for it, are equally present in frida keeping him from death.

her newfound, bleach white luxury, the disappearing stains and panopticon of elitism, are not horrific until they are, and you either embrace it, or you let it hurt. and frida, red rabbit running, red rabbit caught in slater’s sick, trivializing game, already likened to livestock by her name, decided to become the hunter instead. made high on the chase.

unlike slater who provides and subjects experiences onto others, now there is frida who takes and caters experiences for herself. all congratulatory. all good.

thusly, the movie is the trip, it’s delusion and entanglement and the self-eating snake, and trying to sterilize that is as futile as it is sacrilegious.