Pearla Absinthe

One hundred years ago—during the evening of July 8th, 1926—the preview screening of The Son of the Sheik took place at Sid Grauman's Million Dollar Theatre in Los Angeles.

fanservice sucks bc it’s never you that’s being serviced it’s always some other really annoying fan

Ozempic scares the shit out of me. You're telling me there's a drug that takes away both the craving side of hunger and targets the brain's rewards center for eating. You're telling me it takes the joy out of eating and it turns you into a skeleton. Why did we turn The Curse of the Black Pearl into a drug. What the fuck.

# a lot of viewers have made the mistake of treating lestat's voiceover like an inner monologue. like we've been granted access#to his unfiltered thoughts. ...instead of questioning the context in which we're hearing it#which is: this is an audio diary recorded by lestat at an unspecified later date and sold at auction to a wealthy buyer#who purchased his life story for a sum of money that a limited & privileged number of people have access to.#that framing device alone should challenge you to scrutinize this tale as closely as louis' account in dubai (if not even more closely!)#especially when the first thing he says on the recording is to the winner of the auction. HE RECORDED THIS TO BE RELEASED AND SOLD.#(the tapes are an admitted performance) what is his agenda and why is he telling This person This story in This way (we're doing a rewrite)#(the other lot at auction was burned. only this account remains)#when was this recorded? why? who (if anyone) was present? did anyone challenge his memory of events like daniel did with louis?#(he openly admits to taking liberties with the danlou scene because He Was Not There and can't truthfully say what occurred)#(and we can't trust that a verbal note to edit something out that remained in the final version means his entire story is unedited)#i think the presence of daniel in lestat's tale and existence of the documentary also plays into this#the audience instinct is to trust daniel to keep the story on track and tell us what he finds to be true#but this is not daniel in the flesh like he was in dubai. this is a reconstruction by lestat himself giving the illusion of an unbiased POV#daniel is not the one telling us this story and all documentary footage is edited into a narrative by someone with a point of view#until we know why This point of view exists or what tale lestat is telling his listener (& who the listener is) we Should question it#and assume everything we see has been filtered by time and/or bias and is being shown to us by a man who is a master of lying by omission#for a purpose we still don't know or understand (via nothinglikeweplanned)

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?

let’s talk about how they made it impossible to function without a phone and digitalised everything and then turned around and went “actually! these phone things aren’t safe for kids but it’s magically ok once you’re eighteen. guess you’ll have to have your life dictated by your parents now lol cause we’re gonna take the devices away from you. IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING”

ok my apologies. take away my ability to buy anything too ig because these fuckass stores don’t accept cash anymore. take away my ability to communicate with people outside my house and school because I can’t text and I can’t email and I cant drive to them either and I can’t even fucking get public transport without a phone either. can’t order at a fucking restaurant without being asked to get a membership and install an app and also very sorry but you can only order through our online menu now! have you ever considered that it’s not just about instagram?

hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man

I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡

okay this is a list of exclusively bangers, not even counting the fact that WE HEXED THE MOON is on here which obviously makes me feel joyous. but kushiel's dart fuckin RULES as did on sundays she picked flowers and patricia wants to cuddle. 10/10 no notes

Reverse Mulan about a young man who disguises himself as a noblewoman and has to learn how to do passive-agressive politicking at dinner parties.

He does so to dodge the draft

honestly i’ve stopped caring if media is good. all that matters is that Me, The Most Important Person, is having a good time.

I actually love the Louis and Regina subplot because it really is a continuation of the way Louis has always treated women, as a source of emotional labour that he can throw money at and have them make him feel better. It’s Miss Lily all over again, it’s “paying a whore to sit in a room and talk with him”. Making Claudia was always about Louis’ feelings under the pretence of saving her from the fire. He wants to save Regina from poverty but it’s all to make himself feel better. She sees through him but she’s so broke that she can’t afford to say no