with spite through life

every time i sit down 2 watch a horror movie i think of that one tweet :/

actors STOP getting BOTOX it is your literal JOB to move that FOREHEAD

watching a show right now and there's this one guy that shows up in all of his (extremely brief) scenes wearing a pair of pristine, clearly brand new overalls. and every time it's time for him to exit he's like 'i gotta get back to the barn' or someone else is like 'you gotta get back to the barn' and he's like 'goat's aren't gonna feed themselves' even though it's summer and they're surrounded by pasture so actually the goats should be feeding themselves. and his bibs are spotless. and he just constantly needs to get back to the barn. his job is going to the barn and leaving the barn and going back to the barn.

people who don’t watch horror movies are SO confident that they know everything there is to know about the genre. like it’s okay to not know things. it’s okay if you don’t like friday the 13th or whatever. i promise you don’t need to make an ass out of yourself on the internet about it

horror is an incredibly diverse genre, because there is potential horror in everything. it’s in nature, it’s in architecture and technology, it’s in human relationships, it’s in folklore, the past, the future, the mundane. there are horror movies from all over the world. it is straight up anti-intellectual to pretend that the handful of B slashers you’ve vaguely heard about comprise the totality of what horror has to offer. If you’re just not interested in horror, or if you dislike certain subgenres of horror, then that’s fine, you’re not obligated to like anything at all. but smugly announcing that you don’t like horror because you dislike a handful of VERY specific non-universal tropes is just as stupid as saying that you hate comedy because you don’t like adam sandler movies.

something i really enjoy in horror movies is when the victim(s) start to hunt the killer in return in order to kill them first, both because it's an interesting parallel that (if done well) asks the audience to consider the question of when violence and killing are a justifiable means to an end in order to survive and at what point it crosses the line from acceptable to abhorrent and condemns the perpetrator, and also because it's a little bit funny. like i can do that too bitch you're not special.

reblogging this every week and calling it wilson’s wretched white dance wednesday

happy wilson’s wretched white dance wednesday

nobody plays a deranged closeted homosexual in love with his best friend quite like robert sean leonard

Petition to put him in another repressed homosexual relationship in his late 50s/early 60s

Everyone who ever met Anakin Skywalker just walked away going “Yikes! What a mess! I hope somebody intervenes!” and then nobody ever did