It's extremely rare for me to not post something because it's too bad. But this was a 4 edible situation

So many summer fields

An ode to the passage of time.

“Running into the sun, but I’m running behind.”

- prints ! -

Ştefan Pelmuş — Pandora's Box (oil on canvas, 1982)

MONKEY MAN (2024) dir. Dev Patel

when i was a little kid playing at the beach i used to love finding sea anemones and gently poking them so that the little tentacles would close up around my finger like a venus flytrap. i remember i was always so charmed by it, like oh wow! it's a little alien creature! and it's trying to hold my hand! it wasn't until years later that i realised i was probably hurting it and it was trying to hurt me back but couldn't because i was too big. just thinking about it

Westminster Abbey’s library (with bonus portrait of William of Orange). 

i'm into horror for a lot of reasons, but one of them is that it has this capability for externalising a kind of violence that is often only felt, not seen. my favourite works of horror use experiences like mental illness or oppression as springboards - they elevate psychological terror into something you can actually see and fight against. like, yeah, depression DOES sometimes feel like you have a monster living in your cellar that nobody can see except you! puberty DOES sometimes feel like you're transforming into something weird and dangerous! that's why i often find horror movies so cathartic - even comforting, in some cases.

and that's why i originally started to explore splatterpunk - because i read exquisite corpse and loved it, because it was a queer novel by a queer author that took the political violence of the aids crisis and made it literal, blew it up to a monstrous scale that matched the monstrous pain felt by the victims and their families. it felt genuinely subversive. it felt visceral. and then i read a bunch of other splatterpunk fiction, and was disappointed to discover that most of it was just an excuse for men to self-publish their badly-written snuff porn.

I hope you don't mind me reblogging your tags but you are actually so correct for this. Poppy Z Brite 5ever till I die

"splatterpunk" is such a metal name for the most boring and obnoxious genre of literature. change my mind

my best friend got me to go see the stage play of oklahoma!, something i would've ordinarily paid money NOT to see, by telling me, "there's a sad, damp guy in it, and i think you'll like him." and you know what? i did.

sometimes my friends will say to me, "hey, eliot, you should watch/read/listen to this piece of media. there is a man in it who i think you will really like." based on the calibre of men they recommend, i have decided to start classing this as a microaggression.

masc on masc violence

little illo for an anarchist queer ecology zine

^_^ prickly!!!!! feeling cute doesn't mean you have to be hairless〜

sometimes my friends will say to me, "hey, eliot, you should watch/read/listen to this piece of media. there is a man in it who i think you will really like." based on the calibre of men they recommend, i have decided to start classing this as a microaggression.

they say it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a poor man to enter the housing market

been watching the owl house and it has taken me fully 25 episodes to realise that the owl beast is A Metaphor. it's not even a particularly subtle metaphor. they should take my english lit degrees away

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)