Easily Distractible

christopher nolan great gatsby where jay sits down by the pool before he’s shot and says “our roaring twenties are collapsing”

feminist killjoy hours again, what the actual fuck is “weird girl literature” and how often do we acquiesce to the latest degrading gendered advertising campaigns

Women did not fucking pioneer horror, thriller, and science fiction as we know it for publishing to infantilize it into a high school phase

is Stephen king “weird boy literature”? Or does he get to be an adult horror novelist?

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[i.d.: a photoset with images from black sails, with words overlaying each one to form a longer quote. the images are: a younger miranda hamilton and james mcgraw on a boat, young miranda crying, a close up of alfred hamilton, a medium shot of alfred in a chair, miranda screaming in peter ashe’s dining room, colonel rhett holding up a gun, miranda lying on the floor with a bullet wound in her head, below the deck of a ship, flint looking out to a burning charles town, and peter ashe slumped over on the ground. the quote reads, “oh now you pull out your code of justice - call me accursed, demand my exile! what about them? what about him? this man who, without a second thought, as if it were a goat dying, sacrificed his own child. isn’t it this man you should have sent into exile, to pay for that polluted deed? instead you pass judgement on me! well i warn you, threaten me all you like and yes, if you crush me, you’ll be giving the orders. but if some god ordains the opposite, however late, old men, i’ll teach you your place.”]

my "suicidal hermit" lifestyle has been largely detrimental to my emotional wellbeing

oh to be a character in a hurt/comfort fic. to languish aesthetically and weakly grip someone's hands and apologize while they reassure me that they love me and that i don't need to be strong anymore. and then someone feeds me soup. unfortunately i have dishes that i need to do