scared fella

part of the appeal of of zombie movies, i think, is the fantasy of being able to go to the grocery store and take whatever the you want without even checking the price

bad media will piss you off good media will heal your soul bad media that couldve been good will ruin your life forever

hey why do u automatically draw butches dark skinned and femmes light skinned. just wondering why your femmes are always pale, especially always being put next to darker skinned butches. just wondering why dark skin is masculine and pale skin is feminine to you. just wondering why you always draw butches as predatory masculine darker skinned people grabbing on swooning pale skinned people. just wondering. just wondering!!

the problem with horror now is there is no men in little tank tops and booty shorts

“your designer heart still beats with common blood" is such a raw line you'd think it came from shakespeare but actually it's from repo! the genetic opera (2008)

the more i think about it, the more i respect the fuck out of blind mag. she really went onstage, sang her heart out about being trapped in her captor's language, said that she would rather be disabled and free than able bodied and trapped, and used her death as a massive middle finger to the man who systematically destroyed her friend's life and used her disability to prop himself up on a pedestal. godspeed, mag, godspeed.

repo really is the movie of all time tbh. it's about nature vs. nurture. It's about family curses (genetics.) It's about how grief changes you. It's about death. It's about parenting. It's about the commodification of the human body. It's about the unchecked greed of the healthcare system. It's about destiny. It's about how the medical system both creates and punishes addicts. It's about a bunch of goths having fun. It's about nothing at all.

Repo! The Genetic Opera was like. An objectively bad movie. But it got so close to perfection. A sci-fi horror movie critiquing how the monetization of healthcare leaves the poor one missed payment away from death? And it’s a rock opera? And everyone is a horny mallgoth? She could’ve been the Sistine Chapel of cinematography 

If the Dracula adaptation doesn't interrupt its low grave gothic soundtrack with the most stereotypical cowboy-western-sand whistle tune ever created every single time Quincey P. Morris arrives at the scene, then what is it doing?