“queer Horror Podcast” Ok? Wet Water?

In my newest quest to find another podcast I have discovered Unwell: a Midwestern Gothic Mystery

There are 5 seasons so I'm gonna be EATIN while I wait for everyone else's weekly updates

On top of the Yankees field cat there was a praying mantis on top of the nationals players hat tonight. Huge night in baseball

I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.

I’ve seen so many people break down the way that the silt verses talked about kindness and the theme of it throughout the show but upon finishing the finale, after chewing through it for an entire week, I’ve realized that nobody has talked much about the part that spoke the most to me.

They all got to watch each other walk away.

Faulkner saw Carpenter walk towards a better future, Carpenter watched his body in turn, free of the role of prophet, to wherever he wanted to go. Hayward verbalized this as he saw Paige walk away, and Paige will meet her destiny watching the backs of her people grow more and more distant.

They were horrible people in a horrible system and they all contributed to it in some way, but they were kind. And the kindness did not save them, but it let them watch the people they loved walk away towards something better, even as that same action brings them closer to the thing that will kill them.

The Silt Verses is about those people who got lost, who got eaten. Even as they die without being dead, turned into tools of the system. Even as we lose people every single day. Even as our old activists become complacent or lose hope or as another advocate for human rights is killed. Every single day we get to see others walk away, despite knowing that they’re walking towards their death the same way we all are, it is always such a privilege, because along the way they are kind, and if the kindness lasts long enough. If it exists long enough to find a place where the thing that would eat them has starved. All that is left is us. And the kindness. And maybe one day we won’t have to walk anymore.

Art by Essi Välimäki

SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder