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Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation

This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones

The thing with amateur local theater is it is almost always bad BUT keeping it alive is the most important thing

The joys of artistic expression cannot be limited to talented people everybody needs it to survive

This is such a hilarious take we should give untalented people who make bad art money you know just because guys

Exactly. Glad you understand 💗

good art grows from the soil of bad art, but also bad art justifies itself. it's still art

so exhausted by how fundamentally anti-human the capitalist world has become. like ageing, getting fat, being slightly inefficient, and making mediocre art are all extremely normal and extremely human activities, why is every corporation trying to convince us to spend all our money fighting that

okay look i had a lot of beef to pick with s2 andor, but mon mothma crashing out in the club at her daughter's wedding over being both a bad mom and bad friend, but a good rebel, is like literally everything i have ever wanted from a work of fiction ever. failing at all the signifiers of good womanhood, but scoring full points at doing what is needed to follow your political conscience, including sacrificing & betraying your closest ones on the altar of what you know to be morally right.

I mean, I get where you're coming from, but a good deal of Mon keeping her daughter "out" of the Rebellion is her manipulating things so her daughter is arranged married off as a child to a boy she doesn't know about and the only thing that works in favour of that is that her daughter is enough of a trad revivalist to want this unspecifically for trad revival reasons while being reluctant about the actual boy, all so Mon can have financing for the Rebellion, which is not exactly good parenting,,,

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

who’s been here since 2011-2014?