one of the high schools i went to had a nuclear fallout shelter leftover from the cold war in the basement that they repurposed into storage and all the costumes for the marching band got shoved down there. someone's aunt would come in and tailor them for us a couple times a year but they had her set up down there too so anytime you needed your pants hemmed you had to go down 6 flights of stairs (the last two in the dark) then find the hallway to the back room where mrs. patty was standing like the piano teacher ghost from goosebumps

by the way this was the same marching band whose halftime show was carry on my wayward son, so there were several times where i had to traverse the depths and then immediately run upstairs so i could go play the supernatural theme song on tenor sax

HELLO?

Darkplace is a key example of how in order to truly master making art that is "deliberately bad" you need to have a thorough understanding of what the medium considers the rules for "good form" so that you can than break every single rule.

older people love to tell you the most insane thing you've ever heard about a major historical event so casually bc for them, that was just a tuesday

if i had telekinesis i'd misuse it all the time. make me mad and i'm picking you up and spinning you like a fushigi

Please don’t make me say it.

tragic: mutual puts a fandom poll on your dash begging you to vote for blorbo bleebus but you know in your heart that the other option, blingus blarbo, is the correct choice. on some judas shit. forgive me brother for you have forced my hand.