chex coffee date…chex coffee date save me
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gonna be honest i never played new vegas because i don't even like existing right now vegas
do not let elvis see this we just became friends
dude fucking loves vegas
But Vegas is awesome!!
It even has 8 informed consent clinics!!!
How could someone say they don't hummina hummina love Vegas???
woah mama, me, because i am hips and these hips dont lie
You’re lucky I’m just the Elvis Parsley Chiapet whose never left this dang hollywood gift shop and not the Official Elvis Presley or I’d have something to say
Wwwwooahh hum hum hum woah hum hum hummmnn
i'm being tormented in the elvis dimension
Happy to inform you that half of vegas in new vegas is run by a gang of rogue elvises.
i have no concept of whether you're joking or not
I am not. I genuinely am not.
A major faction in the area is fucking elvis impersonators. They're the government here.
BEEP! elvises detected
oh god fucking damn it
Woah mama I'm gonna be real with you girl, I also have never actually played much new vegas
How did we get here?
i wish i knew, elvis. i wish i knew
Woah mama I didn't expect them to multiply like this. It's gotten to the point I can't make a joke without a new blog showing up
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dude you gotta watch severance it's so exciting. in season 2 they go outside
In the latest episode, one them calls his boss and asks for the day off. It was so thrilling.
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it’ll be fine I just have to be a shaking terrified animal about it
Head (1968) / Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead / @shcherbatskya
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If people actually understood lennon mccartney there would be a scene in the biopics of John just doing stupid shit and Paul laughing happily while everyone else is annoyed for longer than we’re comfortable with
To be aware you might be trans but unwilling to do anything about it is to create endlessly bigger boxes within which to contain yourself. When you are a child, that box might encompass only yourself and your parents. By the time you are a gainfully employed adult, that box will contain multitudes, and the thought of disrupting it will grow ever more unthinkable. So you cease to think of yourself as a person on some level; you think not of what you want but what everybody expects from you. You do your best not to make waves, and you apologize, if only implicitly, for existing. You stop being real and start being a construct, and eventually, you decide the construct is just who you are, and you swaddle yourself up in it, and maybe you die there. There is still time until there isn’t.
This reading of TV Glow’s deliberately anticlimactic, noncathartic ending cuts against the transition narrative you typically see in movies and TV, in which a trans person self-accepts, transitions, and lives a happier life. Owen gets trapped in a space where he knows what he must do to live an authentic life but simply refuses to take those steps because, well, burying yourself alive is a terrifying thing to do. The transition narrative posits a trans existence as, effectively, a binary switch between “man” and “woman” that gets flipped one way or another, but to make our lives so binary is to miss how trans existences possess an inherent liminality.
Humans’ lives unfold in a constant state of becoming until death, but trans people are uniquely keyed in to what this means thanks to the simple fact of our identities. You can get lost in that liminality, too, forever trapped in a midnight realm of your own making, stuck between what you believe is true (I am a nice man with a good family and a good job, and I love my life) and what you know, deep in your most terrified heart of hearts, is real (I am a girl suffocating in a box).
And yet if you want to read the film as being about the dangerous allure of nostalgia, you’re not wrong. I Saw the TV Glow totally supports that interpretation, too! But in tempting you with that reading, the film creates a trap for cis viewers that will be all too familiar to trans viewers. Somewhere in the middle of Maddy’s story about The Pink Opaque being real, you will make a choice between “This kid has lost it!” and “No. Go with her, Owen,” and in asking you to make that choice, TV Glow is simulating the act of self-accepting a trans identity.
See, the grimmer read of the film’s ending truly is a nihilistic one. It leaves no hope, no potential for growth, no exit. Yet you must actively choose to read that ending as nihilistic. If you are cis and the end of I Saw the TV Glow left you with a gnawing sense of dissatisfaction, a weird but hard-to-pin-down feeling that something had broken, and a melancholy bordering on horror — congratulations, this movie gave you contact-high gender dysphoria.
In an infinite number of possible universes, there is at least one where I am still living “as a man,” embracing my fictionality, avoiding looking at how much more raw and real I feel when I “pretend” to be a woman. I think about that guy sometimes. I hope he’s okay.
Consider, then, my cis reader, that TV Glow is for both you and me, but it is maybe most of all for him. I hope he sees it. I hope he breaks down crying in the bathroom afterward. I hope he, after so many years locked inside himself, hears the promise of more life through the hiss of TV static.
Emily St. James, “I Saw the TV Glow’s Ending Is Full of Hope, If You Want It to Be,” Vulture. June 4, 2024.
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go back to sleep puppy *holds chlorophyll over your face*
haha yay! *starts making sugars*
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Lovely sentiment but the way it’s worded sounds like this dude got fucking killed during a little league game
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stuck in a timeloop called i just have to get through this week
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I know that realistically you can only fit so many movies into a list of approximately 100, but I cannot take that "How many of tumblr's favorite movies have you seen?" list that's been going around seriously because there are some truly egregious omissions.
Some of it is very clearly recency bias, which makes me wonder if the op truly wasn't on here in 2013 or so, but you're telling me you made a list of "tumblr's favorite movies" that doesn't include Pacific Rim or Mad Max: Fury Road? Because, like, I was there, Gandalf.
I'm a ridiculous human and genuinely couldn't sleep until I tried my hand at a better, more balanced list -- though of course, I have my own biases when it comes to what corners of this website I've lurked in over the years. For what it's worth, I did consult the last several Years In Review, while also drawing on the fact that I've been here for over a decade. But if there's anything that truly doesn't feel like it should have made the cut, blame my mutuals for putting it on my dash all the time.
(And apologies, but I couldn't seem to find Goncharov among the website's listings)
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sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt
the kink bloggers found this post and are putting horny stuff in my notifications but I'm not even mad. the sluts are in the notes of the slut positivity post. all is as it should be.
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bringing my sword to the movies in case the movie is scary
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my desiccated son thrunt
i gave him a rainbow propeller hat and a big lollipop