a horror movie about making a horror movie. wait, don't walk away. a horror movie about one of those grueling seventies productions that broke every OSHA rule—long, exhausting shoots in the middle of the woods, presided over by one of those directors convinced of his own genius and certain the only way to get the performances he needs is to relentlessly isolate and gaslight his female lead. the crew are terrified of the director's outbursts and so are going along with it. there's one other woman in the cast but she plays the one who takes her shirt off earlier in the film and then dies, and the director has done everything in his power to turn these two people against each other, the better to keep his female lead unbalanced and unsure, and when the deeply disquieting scary stuff starts happening for real, the female lead has nobody to confide in and assumes it is the director very characteristically going out of his way to fuck with her. one of the camera operators gets possessed and is being flung around the trees, head spinning as he oozes an acidic black liquid and the female lead is like, "i can't let fucking jerry think he's getting to me." and then—this may be too much, idk—the only way the two actresses can figure out what's really going on is to acknowledge that they've been pitted against each other and that they really don't have any reason beyond this not to trust each other, so they compare notes and that's how they discover that hey, this production actually is cursed.

Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation

guy sitting in front of me in class was vandalizing wikipedia and i kept reverting his edits as soon as he made them and he couldn't figure out why it was happening

we need a huge fucking island in the middle of the Atlantic

Q+A from library visit where I read my comic about a skeleton that plays the fiddle

Kid: Is this fiction?

Me: Yeah

Kid: I kinda thought so

Me: Oh really? Why?

Kid: Because skeletons aren't real

Me: Skeletons are real. You have one!

Kid, jumping up out of his seat: Yeah but they don't move around!!

Me: Your skeleton's moving around right now!

Kid, yelling: THAT'S!! DIFFERENT!!!

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

she fear on my hunger till i fungered

road trip au

Osaa in the confession booth when you tell him you've been lusting after someone is so fucking funny

It’s practically 2014 and you guys still don’t know how to google if an article is real or not before giving it 100,000 notes

Take me back to the early 2000’s where video games were colourful beach adventures~

Sexy thighs

I did remake