Nebula

Hear me out-

So I'm fat and with being fat comes many complicated emotions regarding weight loss. Everyone has their own issues but aside from physical reasons I also have mental reasons.

The biggest mental reason being I don't want to be attractive to men. I am more than comfortable with my appearance and I think I look gorgeous so frankly I don't get why being fat is seen as so ugly, but many men do understand this disdain and leave me alone. They don't catcall me, harass me for my number/social media, and I can discern shallow people in an instant. I feel safer being fat than any skinny woman with pepper spray. (especially because being more than 3 apples tall and having enough body mass to throw around means getting physical with men is less daunting)

So, the reverse medusa came to me one day. A woman whose body is covered in snaked from the neck down. The shape resembling a regular person with high amounts of body fat. The only part that is left unaffected is the face and hair which are normal.

2 out of the last 4 comments I’ve gotten have been people saying they’re crying because of me

Water

Pain meds

Food

Bucket

Sunglasses

I’ve just been distracted

BUT!!☝️

I’m thinking I’ll finish it today

As scary and enlightening to the lore as the movie was, the character writing has to be my favorite part of it. Because really when it comes to the backrooms, I've always looked at the scientists and thought "You'd have to be insane to go there willingly" and so getting a main character who doesn't have anything to gain from going back there felt crazy.

He was just so wonderfully put together. A guy who wanted to flourish as an architect, a husband, and someday a father- had his wings clipped by himself and then he blamed the scissors. He went to therapy expecting his therapist to be the one to fix him. He wanted his wife to be the one to sell away her dreams so he could try to pursue his. Eventually, even knowing that there was a threat, he wanted his employees to come into this fucked up reality with him.

When they died he didn't feel remorse. He didn't feel disturbed by their corpses. He felt just fine walking off the face of the earth and taking them with him for his own goals. Of fucking course he loves the backrooms, a place the makes copies upon copies of people and places from your memory. It's the only place that truly will revolve around him.

(and okay big spoiler with this one) and for him to eat himself? for him to be the monster? for him to literally be taken down a peg????? UGH GOD ITS SO GOOD

genuinely so insane how they were able to make the backrooms be an allegory for self destruction, narcissism (maybe- I'm no expert on this kind of stuff but considering on how self centered he is I think it counts as narcissism), and misogyny.

which I know I haven't talked about that last one a lot but like all the times he berated the idea of his wife and called her fat, stomped on her dreams, and ya know forcing the other women in the movie into situations they were uncomfortable with for his sake is to me a very telling move.

now I personally like writing very flawed characters in my original works so I was really drawn to Clark's analysis, but Mary was equally as well written.

I would get into it but I need to go to bed so maybe tomorrow we'll see

Like discovering that afghan food seems to actually match your exact flavor palate