paranoid humanoid

WINTER LAMB The Sheep Detectives (2026), dir. Kyle Balda

THE FALL (2006) dir. Tarsem Singh Costume Design by Eiko Ishioka

I am cordially inviting all of you to post this in the comments/reblogs of any and every Al post you come across, on any platform. Especially useful for accounts who “teach” people how to use Al.

me whenever I see posts about how canon is shit and can be discarded

OBSESSION 2026, dir. Curry Barker

reblogs > likes

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 —  favorite pairing. ❝ when i take the seven kingdoms, i need you by my side. ❞ | daenerys targaryen × jorah mormont.

a few indian brutalist buildings

But usually the feeling is stranger than jealousy. More like witnessing athletic ability from inside a collapsing lawn chair. Admiration tangled with despair. You love the work. You hate the work. You want to mail the author flowers and also challenge them to mutual combat behind a CVS. Very normal artistic ecosystem. The dangerous moment comes afterward, when you return to your own draft too quickly. Big mistake. Rookie maneuver. Your pages are still wearing pajamas while the masterpiece you just finished walked past in a custom-tailored suit smelling faintly of genius and expensive soap. Comparison at that stage becomes chemically unsafe. Because drafts are ugly on purpose. People forget this constantly. The novel you just worshipped probably existed once as a horrifying document full of bad dialogue and placeholder names. But readers never see that version. We compare our wet cement to somebody else’s cathedral. Then panic arrives. Writers start shape-shifting after reading somebody brilliant. You can actually feel the influence trying to climb into your bloodstream. Suddenly you’re rearranging your syntax unconsciously. Using semicolons you haven’t emotionally earned. Writing sentences that sound like literary identity theft. I’ve done this. Everybody does. Influence panic usually fades after a few days. Your natural voice crawls back eventually like a raccoon returning to the porch after a thunderstorm. But there’s still value in the devastation. Real value. Great writing recalibrates your internal standards whether you enjoy the experience or not. Sometimes a masterpiece exposes laziness you’d hidden from yourself. Sometimes it reminds you language can still surprise people instead of merely functioning correctly like emotional Ikea furniture.