Alpha Beta Chupacabra: The story of two frat bros on spring break in Mexico hunting down the Chupacabra (and their missing bro) with the help of a dog named Mustard. 

(read the bottom ones in order of posting!) 

This is going to be a comic eventually Probably early 2017. I am working with @dopadee and @rory to make this happen! :)

oh I would 100% be lured by a vampire entirely too easy

Not even for sexy reasons for me, I’d just be too polite and assume good will. No goth person has ever done me wrong.

The Sandman promotional poster based on 1-star Google reviews + what one reviewer thought the show should be named instead

“I never thought this would happen to me” says tumblr user who regularly posts in The Sandman tags knowing full well Neil Gaiman looks through the tags

I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.

Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”

And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.

Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.

“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”

They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”

And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.

And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.

I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.

Amazing.

I’M LAUGHING!!! THEY DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHO I AM.

I just KNOW that all Nandor, Nadja and Laszlo have clicked on some "hot milfs in your area" virus link at some point

dont worry mutuals im not perceiving you as your assigned gender youre all a glowing humanoid light form to me dont even worry about it

in my mind you look like this

thanks tumblr

ok but [tumblr image loading] is exactly how i perceive my mutuals’ genders

some of you people NEED to be fucking reminded that loving minorities will always be more important than hating bigots

BLM goes before ACAB ALWAYS. loving black people is more important than “pissing off bigots.” loving jewish people is more important than “making nazis angry.” dont just fight against oppressors, start fighting for minorities. fighting against the oppressor is important, but start doing it for the right reason.

1 teenager discovering Kate Bush for the first time because of Stranger Things is worth 1,000 annoying people online whining that they actually liked her before everyone else despite being born in the late nineties

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to me this feels like a gesture that was made out of appreciation for Pride, not as a corporate pride™ move

to me this feels like a gesture that was made out of appreciation for Pride, not as a corporate pride™ move

Happy Pride Month, friends! <3

Happy Pride all!!

Just as I’ve done for the past two years, I present to you my charity pride fanart! It will be up in my shop all month with the proceeds going to the Trevor Project! I will have other pride related charms and prints too so at 10am make sure to head over to my shop for a look! It will all be fore a good cause ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Happy Pride!

TAIKA

things i want to see in season 2:

the glorious imperfection of our flag means death

One of my favourite pieces of media criticism is Everyone Is Beautiful and No-One is Horny, by RS Benedict. 

In this article, Benedict details the hyperreality(1) of bodies present in most modern films and the distinct uneroticism of those within the Marvel machine — where glorious, robot-like bodies make motions towards human sexuality but never quite get there. 

Heroes have rock-hard abs and are six foot four, and heroines long blonde hair — if they’re funny, and brunette — if they’re smart. There’s not a single freckle out of place, and not a single belly — unless someone on screen has really let themselves go for comical effect, of course.(2)

And it’s boring. 

“No one is ugly. No one is really fat. Everyone is beautiful.” Benedict writes, “And yet, no one is horny. Even when they have sex, no one is horny. No one is attracted to anyone else.”(3)

Desire is not felt in most modern cinema — and it is hardly observed. The camera does not take an active interest in the proceedings, but rather slides between them; watching gleaming couples kiss and then panning away, or observing a meaningless rut on a couch where two people grip at each others faces and kiss no further south than their belly-buttons. There’s no interest, and no climax, and we’re all left feeling unsatisfied.

Which is why I quite liked Our Flag Means Death.

Our Flag Means Death is HBO’s queer pirate rom-com, and it definitely deserves a second season. It’s not a sex-filled show (in the sense that no-one is actively fucking on screen, like in Euphoria and the like), but sexuality and romance do come up quite a bit, y’know, like they do in real life.

And also because it’s a rom com. 

From Black Pete (Mathew Maher) and Lucius (Nathan Foad) having a moment in the galley, to Jim (Vico Ortiz) and Oluwande (Samson Kayo) reuniting, and Stede and Ed staring at each other longingly, romantic moments in this show are charged with desire and implicitly important to the narrative. For once, the intimacy is wrapped into the narrative and treated as something important and beautiful, not thrown into the work out of obligation, as a “homoerotic nod” to a more heterocentric narrative.(4)

Framing queer love with warmth and emotion is a key aspect to the filmography of Our Flag Means Death. The camera is a partner in this equation, not voyeuristically looking upon queer moments, but watching them with joy.

Ed (Taika Waititi) and Stede (Rhys Darby) wake up together in the crow’s nest together after a night of revelry. It’s dawn, the light on them is warm, and though they’re not aware they’re in love — yet — the composition of the shot shows us that they are. Beats alone in the dark on the ship, or hiding under golden oil lamps all hold similar moments of intimacy, and a homoerotic sword fight just adds to the overt emotion.

Even in moments of mild peril, like the one below, warmth floods the screen in the form of soft fabrics and tender gestures. Prolonged moments of fond eye contact direct the action, and a lot of scenes are slow, without intense narrative pace, allowing for honest, sweet reactions and (apparently somewhat) improvised dialogue.

This show has very little active sexuality; we certainly don’t see any more nudity than a bare chest, or any more sexuality than a kiss - but it contains a clear sexual tension that runs through the thread of the show until the credits roll on Episode 10. 

It’s obvious, it’s prevalent, and it does not let up.

It is also very, very new.

We do not see a lot of people like this on screen, and we especially don’t see a lot of queer people like this on screen. It is an implicitly queer romance, too — one that steps beyond the endless homoerotic cop-out of “they’re just good friends” and shatters the heterotopic world we so often see. (5) The queerness is in their bodies, in their mannerisms, in their words — it is woven into the work.

While the actors in Our Flag Means Death are all attractive folk, they’re not attractive folk in the sense of Hollywood perfection. 

Gone are the glistening abs of the Hollywood superhero — born from three days worth of dehydration and extremely restrictive diets.(6) Gone are the Eurocentric, heteronormative ideals.

The characters in Our Flag Means Death are built more like people we see in our day to day lives. 

They’re lean, they’re hairy, they’re broad, they’re fat, they have lines on their faces or dark spots or limps. They smile, and they don’t necessarily all have perfect teeth. Maybe their hair or beards aren’t coiffed within an inch of perfection. They’re real people, and I think that’s where the drawcard is.

Real people hold an eroticism that’s far more interesting. Maybe their kissing is a little messy, or their desire a little fraught, but it’s imperfect in its existence, and that’s where we find the beauty in it.

(Believe me, by the look of my Tiktok feed, every single person is drawn to the less-than-idolized-perfection beauty of Our Flag Means Death. You would not believe how many fan edits I’ve seen of a five second clip where Taika Waititi’s character, Ed, shows his belly. Or the casts’ beards. Or their stubble. Or their hands. Or literally anything.) 

These characters are not portrayed as anything other than what they are — people existing in their own skin, relishing in their own bodies, living and loving as people who aren’t perfect cookie-cutter clones of themselves. There is never any body-shaming, nothing that suggests that any of these folk feel obliged to drag themselves to fit their looks into a certain box (barring the period-typical bigotry, which the show itself does challenge profusely). 

That in itself is also queer — a transgressive act that tears through our Euro-centric, heterocentic and inhumanly perfect body standards and allows for audience identification on a much more intimate level. 

It’s beautiful, it’s glorious, and it’s hot.

Fuck, it’s so good to see.

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1 —Wikipedia contributors. (2022, May 13). Hyperreality. Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality

2 — Plotz, B. (2020). The Funny Fat Body: Slapstick and Gross-Out. In Fat on Film: Gender, Race and Body Size in Contemporary Hollywood Cinema (pp. 128–174). London,: Bloomsbury Academic. Retrieved May 23, 2022, from http://dx.doi.org/10.5040/9781350119390.ch-005

3 — Benedict, R. S. (2021, April 23). Everyone Is Beautiful and No One Is Horny. Blood Knife. https://bloodknife.com/everyone-beautiful-no-one-horny/

4 — Tsika, N. (2015, May 9). Blue transfusions: internet porn and the pirating of queer cinema’s sex scenes. Taylor & Francis. https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/23268743.2016.1174074

5 — de Lauretis, T. (2011). Queer Texts, Bad Habits, and the Issue of a Future. GLQ: A Journal of Lesbian and Gay Studies, 17(2–3), 243–263. https://doi.org/10.1215/10642684-1163391

6— Rense, S. (2017, March 8). Hugh Jackman Put Himself Through a Hellish Regime for Logan. Esquire. https://www.esquire.com/lifestyle/health/news/a53724/hugh-jackman-logan-workout/

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