Does Anyone Else Get Anxiety Because They Love Something Too Much? Or It's Too Real?

The thing about Deadpool and Wolverine is that it is for fans of Deadpool and Wolverine specifically. Like none of us were there for the plot. We were there for self referential homoerotic nonsense violence and a love letter to the Fox era Marvel movies. So if you came there hoping for a terrific plot that breaks the formula, you were one of the critics complaining. If you were there to celebrate a good time with your old friends the characters, you had a roaring good time.

I had a delightful time. I will go again and continue to have a delightful time.

Laurie and Amy (2019)

2019 is actually my least favorite version of Little Women, but it's so beautiful. It's still so good, just not my favorite

I hate when I'm reading a silly post about the Robin's and Batman and then I look in the comments and without fail, every time, there's somebody mansplaining why that "actually isn't accurate" and "according to canon" It isn't that serious. I know I'm making it serious now but fr 😭

My favorite thing about art is that everyone takes something different out of it! Oh you like this song? This is what it means to you? Well this what it means to me. You see these two characters together? I see these two. We both love this thing so much and took such different things from it! Isn't that cool!? Isn't awesome the we see the same things and we love them differently! Then we take what we see and what we love from it and make new art! And the cycle continues! I love art and I love humanity!

If I have to hear someone say "well the writers comfirmed" "well the writers denied" "well the creator said" "actually that can't be true because canon" ONE MORE TIME!

I DONT CARE! I DONT CARE WHAT THE WRITERS SAID! I DONT CARE IF THEY DIDNT INTENTIONALLY MAKE THIS CHARACTER LIKE THIS OR CANON SAID THIS OR WHATEVER

ITS ART! ART IS MEANT TO BE INTERPRETTED BY THE VEIWER SO I ACTUALLY DONT CARE WHAT THE ARTIST WAS GOING FOR

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

(I do care but let me enjoy things without having to over analyze everything please)

Recently I've noticed some parallels recently between Stanly Pines and Dean Winchester. The two families in general really.

Two close brothers and one extra brother and a judgemental emotionally abusive father.

Two brothers, one who takes care of the other even though he has his own problems, the other brother who used to appreciate it but begins to take it for granted.

The favorite son who doesn't see that he's the favorite son and only cares about getting out. The brother who leaves for college, who leaves his brother without looking back.

The other brother, who works so hard for the approval of his father, works hard to protect his family, but can never seem to do anything right. The muscle. The heart.

(Sorry if this doesn't make sense. It's Dean-Stan, Sam-Ford, Adam-Shermie, and the fathers.)

Homeless Stanley, oh how I love you

we heard that you were very disappointed in us both as a generation and specifically as a generation of women (emphasis yours), how we had let ourselves go and now we were slutty and ill-tempered and holding onto notions of feminism like "having a savings account" and "equality."

we were very sorry about it, we didn't realize. it is very hard for you, in your life, because your entire definition was centered around the word providing, and that's a really vague and undulating word. it is hard to be a provider. for your purposes, the word provider here can be defined as "having a job", although it sometimes also extends to "doing yard work", "grilling on occasion," and "knowing basic car anatomy."

we had to do some reading but we divided it out. do not worry. high-value women will fill in the rest of the gaps of your life - all those silly feminine things like doing the dishes. we didn't realize we had asked too much when we asked you to pick up after yourself. we did not realize you were rendered small and scared and crying about the possibility of doing the laundry. here is a joke to lighten the sentiment: a man that listens when you talk to him.

we heard about how we had fallen from glory and it sickened us and made us very, very sad. lindsey had to cut all her hair off and tara threw up. we lit one million candles and we are going to have a vigil about it tonight. all of the people in this world that you do not approve of are going to be there and we will all be in mourning colors because we have lost your respect which is of course the only thing that any of us were looking for.

we searched around our bedrooms and our closets and for some of us it took a while but we all found the pricetag that we were originally born with, the one that gave our listing offer, the one that smells like rot and pine needles. we were horrified because many of us had taken deductions and hadn't realized it. i had scraped my knees and decided to be a lesbian so they had to take my voicebox out so i could never call home again. janice had been with too many people overall so we had to put her into the big squisher that will hopefully collapse her walls so that when you're with her, you'll feel so big and powerful. it will be like you're conquering something instead of being close with someone.

we are all going to the funeral of feminism and we will tear at our bodies and fall over ourselves. we will invite you onstage for a live recording of your podcast about the occasional minor inconvenience of self-reflection. you will talk about how we have targeted you and made you feel the sweat slick down your back, and we will teach you basic self-defense out of solidarity.

do not worry, we are seeing to all the outliers. taylor asked to be taken seriously so we have shipped her off to prison. laura asked you to accept her femininity regardless of her presentation. you will be happy to hear all women are now and forever going to have to be small and thin and pretty and white and ablebodied and quiet and unassuming and ladylike, which is different than how society has previously told us to act.

i am going to have to shave off my jawline, which is a little masculine, and they are going to have to reshape my hands, which are very square and thick - all the work i've done with them has made their veins stand out, so we're just going to have to exsanguinate me. i am horrified to have been out in public like this.

we are going to sit around the campfire and we will talk about being weird little girls that made potions in pink teacups. we will talk about the first time we made a difference. we will talk about the private lives of crickets, and then, at the stroke of three in the morning (the witching hour, obviously) - we will all promptly shut up.

and this will be your beautiful world. this silence that spans every corner of every street and every zoom meeting and every alley. i do not think you'll notice at first - it will be the same as every television show and movie and book. we will all just simply sit there in our doll dresses and smile blithely at your advances and none of us will do you the dishonor of answering and none of us will appear to be in distress and none of us will nag you or make a fuss or get hysterical about it. it will just be quiet, and you will say finally, some peace for once! and we will smell of smoke and our teeth will be white and the next day will come.

tonight we are going to bury the last little bits of our humanity. you are not invited. it is going to be ugly.

I love @hemlock-dreams Hunting!Spider au! I'm so obsessed!

(The text says "you underestimated the power of my cheerful optimism")

made this gem on Sunday. had to wait all week to post it