Behold! A Woman With No Impulse Control

The very first experience it has with the base crew is that they save it from people shooting at it, give it warm hugs, and kill the people trying to deatroy it. After that it attacks and impersonates an unknown (at the time) member of the crew. After that it gets surrounded by dogs who are angry but too scared to approach, then it changes, then it attacks the huskies, and only then does anyone in the base camp treat it with hostility.

The entire first act of the movie is devoted to establishing that they know each other with an Intimacy so deep they can anticipate one another's actions and attitudes. They have been in an isolated arctic base for months and months where they can barely leave the same building. They are in one another's personal space throughout the movie. It's a vital plot point that the Thing can immitate people down to memories and personality traits. It's a vital metaphorical point as well. It's so deeply and fundamentally superficial and factually incorrect to call them unfamiliar with each other that it implies total inattention to what is happening on screen.

The Thing is, at heart, not a movie about any singular decision or behavior creating a bad outcome. Baked into the 1982 movie is failure, death, entropy, inevitable loss. It's not a movie that's meant to have a right solution, or a right decision - but when someone comes at this very bleak story without a good grounding in horror, there's a kind of urge to treat it like a puzzle. If only they were closer. If only they communicated.

That's not meeting it where it's at, because it rests on a situation where none of those elements really exist. People acted the best they could in the circumstances with the tools and information they had - and it simply was not enough. Nearly everyone dies. Even with the ambiguous ending, whoever is human is going to die, because it's winter in Antarctica and he is hundreds of miles from anywhere with no shelter and no food and no transportation. That's the sort of horror it is, the idea that when faced with extinction humanity's best efforts won't succeed. Creating an interpretation where if we had "just" this or that is shying away from the bleakness. But at the same time, not facing up to the idea that some things really might not be solvable, that the worst can happen in spite of it all, is a necessary skill. Not one we need to indulge in constantly, but we should have that knowledge.

then; the flapper dress. a subculture-specific extreme, yes, but still very fashionable. the goal was still a specific shape, and sometimes clothing was still used to achieve it - 80s shoulderpads, for example, or jeans flared out below the knee - but more and more in the 20th century the shape of clothing became less and less important, and the shape of the body rose to replace it. instead of bustles, it became fashionable to simply have a large ass. instead of stays and dresses that created a prominent bust, tits were just supposed to do that on their own.

Every year a bobcat mama gives birth to a litter of kittens on my roof. I set up a camera this time around. 

someone’s turning yuna into a bad girl.

Flexible feather armor

and one with mama 🩵

With mama !

Leaf time with mama :3

With mama!

let's fend for ourselves after hatching withOUT mama!!

very rare sight with mama!!

with mama :)

on mama :)

with mama :]

booping mama/papa/sis/brother

and one with momma!!

and one with mama! 💚

The spotted hyena

Resting with mama <3

with mama!

with mama !!

with mama!!

with mama!

with mama!!

with mama!!

WITHOUT MAMA???

You're not mama! >:[

[Muffled] Wigth Mrmra!