Sir, I'm Just A Bellboy

i really cannot stand the character archetype in film of the "unpopular nerdy ugly girl" being portrayed by the most conventionally attractive, thin, clear-skinned actress ever you cannot tell me that amanda goddamn seyfried was some fugly lesbigay loser as a foil to megan fox you cannot tell me beloved babyfaced winona ryder was a social outcast at her school you cannot convince me that rachel sennott and ayo edebiri are notoriously "ugly, untalented gays" even riverdale lampshaded this by fully acknowledging that cheryl shouldnt have starred as carrie in the school play and it shouldve been ethel cause ethel is The Fat One Nobody Likes and ethel even IS chubby enough that you could actually consider her "fat" but she's still an acceptably Cute type of fat but in the end she STILL gets denied the role anyway. real ugly and/or fat girls are straight up not allowed to exist on camera even when the narrative tells you they're there they're not actually there. im just so tired. where is the acne. [flinging myself against the walls of my padded cell] where is the acne where is the acne wwhere is the fucking acne

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT you are allowed to feel proud of yourself for things that might seem silly to other people, like getting better at a video game or putting together a nice outfit for the next morning or finishing a book. You deserve to feel proud for your accomplishment.

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

shane holding little arthur and going Hiiiii buddy every time he picks him up and noses his little head and arthur saying Shay buddy shay buddy as hes getting more words...... i need to lie down

i be like “it is what it is” then be pissed off for like 4 years

Real thing that changed how i write: I started asking "what does this character think is wrong with them" and separately "what is actually wrong with them." Those two things are almost never the same. She thinks she's too much. She's actually terrified of being too little. He thinks he's bad at commitment. He's actually just never met someone he trusted enough. The gap between their diagnosis of themselves and the real thing, that's your character arc right there. you don't have to explain it. just write both.

catching a glimpse of your computer screen when the sunlight hits it: oh ok, i must be a spittle machine. I must be slobbering globs of spit everywhere in a 90 degree arc at all times. and rubbing my greasy paws on the screen without knowing it. i must be some sort of disgusting beast.

Black Friday did not predict the labubu craze it critiqued a phenomenon that has happened multiple times in the past and then it happened again. And it will keep happening again and Black Friday didn't just critique the toy craze, it also dissected the reasons for why it happens and the culture that allows it to happen. We're seeing similarities between wiggly and labubu because wiggly can be swapped out for whatever is currently taking over the market and making people spend irrational amounts of money on shit they don't need.

I took a bus to a conference today and the bus driver fully stopped the bus to identify and chastise a person who was playing music out loud on their phone. That is how you get me to actually complete the customer service survey specifically so I can give you top ratings

It's days later and I'm still thinking about this man. Full ass bus pulled over to the side of a state highway with the hazards on, stalking down the center aisle intoning "ALL RIGHT. WHO'S GOT IT. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT ON SPEAKER." I want to commission a statue of him. a hero. a king.

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary