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Hyperbolic Orange

@kentsarrow / kentsarrow.tumblr.com

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Still on holiday and will be until the end of November but will get better at checking sites other than tumblr when I get back home

in the end, the thing about the beatles is that they were just a group of young simple english guys. when they sang about love they were talking about sex, when they sang about sex they were talking about money, and when they sang about money they were talking about their unresolved homoerotic feelings towards one of their bandmates

his swagless mental breakdowns this, his homoerotic patterns of grief that. what about HER grief-stricken moments of extremely poor decisionmaking? what about HER incredibly alarming isolation and trauma-driven life choices?!?!?!

i’ll read fanfiction of plays idgaf i’ll read fanfiction of anything. i’ll read fanfiction of concept albums. music videos. classic lit. sci-fi dime novels from 1965. niche RPF of foreign actors. i’m an academic

i look up fanfiction for random bullshit all the time even if i don’t read any of it i just like to see what people are cooking. monitoring the ecosystem

Gemma Scout, on the phone with her bank: Yes I’m just trying to reopen my account. ‘Marked as deceased’ yes I know, but I’m not dead. Yes I know my husband sent you my death certificate. My death was faked in a really elaborate scheme so—no, not by me. Look just turn on CNN. I’m all over the news. It’ll—'can I come in with my husband?' No, I can’t. He’s dead now. Well maybe not dead. But he’s probably never coming back alive. They can’t get his innie in the elevator. Yes they tried that. But he sticks his arms and legs out real wide like a cat so they can’t get him in the elevator.”

the 911 fandom has done some insane things but the one I'll never get over is asking richard silken if his poems were about a fanon ship from a prime time procedural. and then getting mad at him when he called that stupid and insulting

I still haven't watched Severance but congratulations to the fandom for getting a Blorbo who did end up crying, soaking wet in a suit and tie, and covered in blood at the end of the show. This is like getting a superbowl ring but for fandom I think.

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