From Fluff to Horror

dont store a knife with the point facing down, it damages the blade. no, dont do that either. when you store it with the point facing up you might accidentally hurt yourself when you try to grab it. dont store a knife at all actually. your blade must never leave your hand, always ready, ruthless and waiting. you know deep down that ever since you learned the stench of blood you will never be able to cast it aside. or just get a sheath for it i guess.

watching massive franchises bomb at the box office while Backrooms has made $212 million on a $10 million initial budget has brought me hope for the future of cinema

audiences do NOT want Star Wars slop, audiences want a movie made by a guy who really wanted to make a movie

Yes. Yes you are.

every year i see this post and go “hell yeah”

the "humans find anything cute" thing but with a dragon twice her size. human holding a dragon's head and wiggling her around like "oooo you're so shaped you're such a cute little creature" and the dragon is gently amused by this whole thing

some onlooker doesn’t know how to read the grumbly noises the dragon is making and is like “are you sure she likes that” and the girl petting the dragon makes the point that the dragon is very capable of disemboweling her if it doesn’t

lmao i’m reading this essay from the 1580s that mentions how if you were wearing a big elizabethan ruff and you got caught in the rain it would flip up in the wind and hit you in the face, and then you’d have to spend the rest of the day with your stupid soggy ruff all flaccid on your shoulders. can you imagine. whole new potentials for pathetic unlocked

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.