Some of my favorite letterboxd reviews of saw movies, some spoilers ahead

Am I girlblogging but for boys?

the only song ever actually

@timedten | liked for a lil one - liner !

" let's say , a gut pull dragged me here . " though they had long controlled the slipping , the pain of it never lessened . flesh too tight over bone & sinew , eyes blinking against the change of scenery . with a shimmer , glasses appear upon pale features . " certainly didn't expect to run into you . "

i want to take my brain out of my skull overnight and place it into a cleaning solution like dentures

ZIGGY STOP BEING LIKE "LOL WHAT IF BRAINWASHED GIRLS" CHALLENGE IT'S NOT FUCKING FUNNY AND IS BIZARRE

THIEF!!!

When You Finish Saving The World looks so gd good I am so so excited and god dude I just love Finn in coming of age whether or not it’s him almost getting eaten by other dimensional monsters

“I was born in the wrong generation </3” says the conditionally immortal man born in the 1300s

me trying not to infodump while watching my special interest with someone

Finished the reverse bear trap for my Amanda Young cosplay/ Halloween costume. Coming soon I promise

ziggy katz from when you finish saving the world for the what chara ask game <3 I'm on a fw kick so those are the only characters on my mind but u just... Have pretty vibes!

FUCK YOU IM GONNA START BLUSHINGNWKLDKX

        “do you always start conversations with something   that sounds like it came out of the art of war?”  ziggy fixes him with a blank expression, clearly having no interest whatsoever in holding a conversation with him.  it wasn’t personal; she didn’t wanna talk to anybody, regardless of any possible feelings of irritation or indifference she had towards them.  but she needed to air out her cabin after sheila’s prank  ( if it could even be called that; ziggy thought it was more aptly classified under breaking and entering ), and since there was no way she’d let them try something again, she had to stay right where she was.

maybe arnie would realize he was unwanted and would leave her alone, but she doubts it.  “and in case you were wondering, i’ve been angry practically everyday of my life and i’m pretty sure it’s only heightened my senses.”  not really, however ziggy doesn’t believe her anger has dulled anything for her.  “i think you’re well aware of what things can actually dull the senses instead of anger, arnie.”

@arnieriley​ said : ❛ Anger’s a potent spice. A pinch wakes you up. Too much dulls your senses. ❜

WIP Wednesday 4

Whew, I almost forgot to post this! Thankfully it's still Wednesday, so... Here's another excerpt from the first half of Part 4 of Strange Fascination: A Love Story. This takes place right before Ziggy's big comeback show (after having spent three weeks out of the public eye).

Behind Ziggy, Gilly sighed. “Feels like we never left merry old England.”

       “What d’you mean?” Henry said.

       “I mean…” A movement in the mirror caught Ziggy’s eye. His gaze focused on the scene behind him to see Gilly’s arm arc through the air. “They gave us our own dressing room, and here we all are in Ziggy’s.”

       “Like old times,” Weird said, a fond note in his voice. “That wasn’t so long ago, was it?”

       “Feels like years,” Henry muttered.

       Ziggy frowned as he returned to his face-painting. “Haven’t you lot got separate dressing rooms?”

       “Just the one.” Gilly rose from his seat, drumming his palms against his legs as he did so. “Makes sense, I suppose. This place isn’t exactly an opera house.”

       “And we ain’t exactly opera stars,” Weird snickered. He came over to Ziggy and put a hand on his shoulder, dangling an object in midair over his other shoulder. “Not that we can’t still have fun!”

       Again Ziggy’s gaze shifted, to find that the object Weird was holding over him was a bottle of liquor. He smiled. “Don’t drink too much before the show.”

       “Aww, c’mon.” Weird turned around to survey his fellow Spiders From Mars. “I say we have a toast.”

       “Sure,” Henry agreed. “You got any glasses?”

       “Well, I—” Weird faltered, the bottle coming to rest at his side. “I mean, we could always—”

       “Drink straight from the bottle,” Henry drawled. “Brilliant.”

        “Oh, shut up, Henry.”

       As the Spiders descended into friendly bickering, Ziggy wiped his glittery fingers and studied his overall appearance in the mirror. What he saw made him smile. Ever since he’d realized that most people in this society weren’t chalk-white and rail-thin, and had evenly-sized pupils, he’d understood that he possessed an otherworldly influence, a means of asserting himself over them. To stay on the safe side, he’d done his best to blend in, settling in a climate where his skin color and physique wouldn’t stand out, claiming that his eye had been damaged in a fight, and trading the vibrant colors in which he’d arrived for conservative clothes. Such tactics may very well have kept him alive throughout those first few months that he’d spent sitting and racking his brain over what the hell he was supposed to do now that he was here. When he’d started recording and performing, all the energy that he wasn’t using to write, play guitar, and sing went towards keeping up appearances.

       It was after that fateful morning in the Aylesbury Market Square that Ziggy had realized that his current method of presenting himself to the public wasn’t going to work– not if he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, which he would need to do now that the Earth’s death was imminent. Therefore, he’d deliberately shed his attempts to conform. He’d sought out wilder fashion, experimented with makeup, and perhaps most crucially, had dyed his hair a color that practically forced him to stand out in a crowd. Stood out he had, and did. His was a face that drew others to it in intrigue, that brought comfort and joy to the outsiders of the world. It was a face that the right kind of people would trust to ease their hardships and to deliver them to safety from their dying planet. Never mind how unlikely it was for Ziggy to fulfill such a task. All he needed was for his audience to believe that he could.

writing stuff set in present day is so dangerous because there's nothing that's happened in this world that hasn't also happened in the characters' and therefore none of my obsessions i can't make my main character (whos three quarters me on his mothers side) be annoying about. so re reading my writing is just like why is he talking about ziggy stardust why is he talking about donna tartt why is he talking about the odyssey why does he know the nine ranks of biblical angels