Oh Damn, People

and then there would have passed a pleasant slash fanfiction, had the authors misogyny not been immediately unveiled

in our rush for “he would not fucking say that” how we forget the all too common: She Is Not Fucking Like That

good morning, the likes on this post now outnumber the hit count of the fanfiction on which this was based and with your help we can make that true of the reblogs amen

I think we should figure out what age we’re living in now so we can say how it’s collapsing to each other

Our age of plastics is collapsing

Butches, what is your wisdom?

i really im absolutely astounded at the phenomenal job that MIB did not to be racist against aliens, despite being a movie about secret agents chasing evil aliens. that scene where jay helps an alien mother to give birth is probably one of the most humanizing moments for an Other ive seen in a movie ever.

like it grabs the body snatcher trope from the cold war "aliens are all around you, hidden in diguzise, they could be any one of us!" and then it says "and theyre just people, theyre literally just people trying to live their lives and thats fine"

you literally have a whooe scene where a cop stands out because he says "i dont care how menacibg or threatning someone looks im not going to shoot them if there is a reasonable explination for what theyre doing, one is sneezing and one is just doing excercise", and that is the guy that gets aproved to join MIB.

The movie has a real love for NYC and immigrant culture as a part of that. The opening scene where K welcomes the undocumented immigrants to the United States. One alien greets another and says he's ordered him pierogi. A lot of them are refugees from their home worlds who just want to survive.

"cozy bookstore" "cozy cafe with a bookshelf" "omg imagine if there was a place you could just sit and read at" we have this its called the library. you guys want to go to the library. the two college libraries near me have cafes inside and they are open to the public. people need to go to the library

People know that the whole "don't portray [harmful action] because viewers might recreate it" thing is a rule for children's shows right? It's supposed to be shit like "don't show peppa pig playing with fire so we don't get sued if a kid watches it and burns their house down." Not like, fanfiction for adults.

there came a moment in my youth when I was preparing to #lie to someone and was stressing out about them not believing it and getting mad at me because I knew I was going to look shifty the whole time, but then it occurred to me that I knew all my tells because they were things that momentarily made my anxiety go down (turning my body away from them a little, looking at the floor, using excessive filler words, over-explaining, etc.), and since I could feel what they all were I could just. not do them. and suddenly it felt like I had stopped existing as a single unified being with my feelings and body inherently interconnected and instead was able to use my body like a very sophisticated tool that responds to precise instructions and only does what I actively tell it to. which made me very good at lying and garnered me a few student acting awards, but also led to some other problems of various natures further down the line. alas.

a side effect of this is that every so often, when someone around me is upset to the point of tears and I'm trying to help them, I'll get a sudden violent pang of envy that they're even capable of doing that at all. they don't have to go through the endless drop down menus of "am I feeling something?" -> "what am I feeling?" -> "how would I express it?" -> "would now be the right time and place to express it?" -> "now? do I do it now? right here right now? what happens if 'the person who never cries' bursts into tears?", it just happens for them all at once, no middlemen. expressing a real emotion often feels exactly the same as lying because I have to put exactly the same amount of active effort into both of them, and sometimes all the little choices that go into Looking Upset make it feel like a whole production, like an artificial performance, so I mostly never do it. which, though I would never let this come out of my mouth because I'm aware that it's wildly unfair, also sometimes turns up in my most uncharitable thoughts when other people are upset. a little "cmon mate, this is a bit much," at the back of my head. "I don't ever do this, so why don't you put in the same effort?"

to make this a little more specific to myself and perhaps lose some of the #relatability factor, this is also where some of my problems with substances come from. an illusory quality I got from most of my drugs of choice was that they could delete, like, four of the layers from that drop down menu and bring my feelings flush up against the inside of my face. of course smiling at someone and expressing appreciation is the right thing to do when they do something you like, that feels nice to do and makes the other person happy, too, what a revelation that's been here the whole time and that I'll also 100% lose access to again in a few hours. something I would do quite often was use and then open up my phone recording app and dictate fifteen-minute long audio diaries because what was going on in my head could finally come directly out of my mouth without all the levels of vetting. just a lot of really basic stuff like "this is bugging me and it's stupid that I've been pretending it doesn't, I'm super concerned about this but I really don't need to be, I'm afraid of this so I should just resolve it soon instead of avoiding it" that only got close enough for me to look at after three [redacted] seven [redacted] and two [redacted]. unfortunately this Also led to some other problems of various natures further down the line and was not a sustainable routine </3.

dammit, I can't find it now but there was a gif floating around years ago with an anime girl running, with absolutely peak ridiculous anime boob physics, literally one boob going up while the other was going down...and then she reaches in her shirt and pulls out a couple of cannonball bombs, suprise those weren't her boobs. It was a great visual joke but I can't find it anywhere

[Doesnt do it] [gets stressed] [gets scared thinking about doing it] [doesnt do it because it's scary] [keeps not doing it]

IT'S TIME TO FLOP IN THE SLOP

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Thank you for the no music note. Animal frolicking noises

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)