Watching through the Friday the 13th movies, some of them I’ve seen a bunch and others this is my first, and while I don’t think any of them are Great, parts I, II, and IV are quality fun, and I’m surprised to find that it’s not until the Vth installment that the cocaine really catches up to them

The Nobel Peace Prize went to a woman cheering on the wanton murder of her fellow countrymen and expressing excitement to work with American Nazis if she gets into power. Seems a lot less of a repudiation of the spread of fascism and more like an embrace of it.

Why are people acting like 1) the Nobel peace prize means anything, and 2) that they didn’t just give it to someone who is trying to cozy up to Trump because she thinks his indiscriminate boat murders are “visionary”?

It really doesn't matter how good a deepfake of someone is in a movie, whether it's de-aging or completely fabricating someone. The audience will always be pulled out of the movie, either to think "that looks pretty good!" or "that looks terrible" but they will never remain lost in the story

transubstantiated divine flesh with a crunchy candy shell

🙌

Why is everyone mad at *checks hastily scrawled note* Onion Kerning?

Johnny Cash being the one single country artist you were allowed to like regardless of what subculture you belonged to tells me that the person who wrote that he was “deeply uncool” was raised on nothing but corporate slop

Quitting Bluesky to return to my roots*

*trolling Nickelback fans on the MTV.com message boards

I don't think Nerd Alerts are real. I don't think you can program an alarm to detect that. Preposterous.

We are the sons of the dragulas you couldn't slam in the back of

We are the sons of the monsters you couldn't mash

Teaching our daughters increasingly complex Miss Mary Mack hand games until they’re all martial arts masters

We are the daughters of the witches you *could* burn. They had us, like…before

We are the daughters of the ghosts you couldn’t bust

They should make a me who doesn’t touch his eye after every time he cuts jalapeños

Having trouble visualizing the type of absolute monster who would wear these

In a dream I had last night, we were watching a movie called Tomboy Zombie and its tagline was “it’s never too late”, a clear case of dream-me trying to write a trans allegory that awake-me has no right to tell

Is there a name for this, and why is it not taught as something professional critics shouldn’t do? Or is it? If so, why do they all still do it?

And how this creates a feedback loop of bad press until the artist is considered mediocre even as they’re producing work that exceeds that of most of their field

That phenomenon in criticism where when an artist becomes big enough, any of their subsequent works are only ever compared to their own previous works instead of the field as a whole and so, even if they’re still producing great works but don’t meet their own previous heights, they get bad reviews

What I’m saying is, I don’t use meta, and I’m not going over there, so I guess I’m going down with the bluesky ship