the high horse is sick of me

it’s simple: when I like an adaptation, everyone complaining about changes to the text is a whiny baby who needs to get over themselves and accept that sometimes you have to change the story to enrich the experience/work within the medium. when I don’t like an adaptation, it’s because nobody else understands the core themes of the original work and would be better off just creating a story independent of what they’re trying to adapt.

the sexiest thing a woman can be is a cringe fujoshi with a very serious day job

christopher nolan great gatsby where jay sits down by the pool before he’s shot and says “our roaring twenties are collapsing”

People on this website will dislike a character and legitimately start talking like Jafar.

obsession this, backrooms that, none of them matched the greatest horror genre of them at all: a last minute dinner party with the neighbors

Says a lot about me that I’m trying to decide whether to go to a screening of Jodhaa Akbar or Young Frankenstein this weekend

What if I did neither of them because of OCD 👎🏻

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