I thought “pretentious” was supposed to refer to attempts at depth that end up grating and sophomoric because they don’t know what they’re talking about (been there), not just any attempt at depth whatsoever
Well when you don’t know how to swim, any depth looks deep.
what was the first media that you can consciously remember scaring the piss out of you and giving you nightmares (examples listed are specific to me I was a cowardly ass child)
horror movie you should not have been watching aged fucking eleven (the shining)
horror show your uncle let you watch (buffy, x files)
legitimate children’s horror (goosebumps, etc)
adult horror comedy (Beetlejuice, little shop of horrors, etc)
kid show parody horror episode (hash slinging slasher)
“scary” scene from an adventure movie (Jumanji, princess bride, Indiana jones)
I could see why a kid would be scared of that (monsters from sesame Street)
weird commercial that made you scared
not remotely scary comedy (look who’s talking, osmosis Jones, etc)
your best friend’s older brother’s vague description of a horror movie he watche
other/show results
I watched Alien as a small child (my parents let me; it has no sex in it) and was completely unphased, but later I got traumatized by the library ghost in Ghostbusters and Large Marge in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.
For all those in the notes – peregrine falcons hunt by dive-bombing their prey; this falcon however is currently stationary and cannot dive-bomb much of anything. In this moment, the pigeon is safe. The falcon however may not recover from the embarrassment.
I can’t tell if that’s a giant pigeon or a tiny falcon
I will be the last one here when they finally turn off the lights, because Tumblr is *only* fun for me, in no small part because the Industry Machine hasn’t polluted Tumblr the way it has all the other social networks.
I think that’s because the Venn Diagram of Weird Tumblr and Not Weird Tumblr is a perfect circle we call a hellsite, and the marketing dweebs are so confounded by what we do here, they focus on other, more predictable, social networks.
I’ve read about the demise of Weird Twitter around 2016 (gasp), how once Twitter stopped being a safe place to be weird, it rapidly became what it is, now. Interesting people tend to be weird. Creative people tend to be weird. We who love those people tend to be weird, and we like to be around people who reflect our vibe back to us. Why would any of us stick around in a Nazi club full of Incels when we can hang out here and remember the first time we saw Goncharov, or how the Feast of Neil Gaiman is celebrated in our homes.
Oh, and fuckin’ WONDER WOMAN brings her loving, supportive, I am your mom and I love you unconditionally energy to every single post. She’s the only Tumblr I follow with alerts turned on, because I always feel uplifted after I read something from her.
And Tumblr is maybe the only place on the entire Internet where I can be the best Becky I can be.
That doesn’t even touch on all the art and fanfic and vintage photos and the endless stream of Debbie Harry that comes across my dash.
If you’re part of the reason I am here, part of the reason Tumblr is special, thank you.