im just so angry. i have been since last night. i dont care about that fucking movie, i really dont, but guys. i cant explain how i felt last night sitting in the middle of an audience, hand covering my friend’s eyes as she turned away from the screen, watching silently as a woman got her head bashed in by a terrible male character over and over and over again, as every single other person laughed and clapped around me. i cannot explain how that felt. i went to bed last night reliving that moment over and over again and reminding myself i was safe. i dont care about who that character was. im not talking about the fucking tate murders. im talking about sitting in that theatre, watching that scene, with that reaction.