I ONLY FW GAY BOYS, THEYS, BAD BITCHES, AND DYKES

this took 3 months to do. enjoy

for my mutuals who havent seen backrooms this guy has maybe 15 minutes of screen time in the whole movie and could not be mistaken by an old blind dog in the dark with no knowledge of storytelling convention for a character with depth. he has half a personality trait and the most impactful thing he does in the movie is leave a trail of blood for another character to follow. how someone was able to sit down and write a fanfiction about him being dark and brooding, post it to tumblr, and then maintag it is beyond me. i asked the greatest minds of our generation and they came up empty. i refuse to believe the person who posted this is earnestly attracted to this character and not the shadow of a generic white man cast on a cave wall

SORRY. 15 minutes of screen time counting the scenes where he's BEHIND the camera and all you hear is his voice making insipid comments

There is no actual, tangible reason why we allow people to starve, to be homeless, to suffer and die needlessly. Food is plentiful. Empty homes are plentiful. Medicine is plentiful. It’s hidden away behind constructs and we pretend those constructs mean something. There is an empty home and a homeless family, give them it. There is a sick child and common medicine to treat it, give it to them. There is a starving person and so much food wasted by corporations or hidden behind a dollar sign, feed them.

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s

hey, tag this with a food people get really upset about you not liking

is it too early or can we start screaming now

in retrospect perhaps we should have started sooner

this post is the equivalent of a newspaper from the day of the outbreak being blown past by the wind after you wake up in a post apocalyptic world