ROUND 1: RIGHT SIDE

first mammoth to get hit with a spear mustve been like actually fuck you for real

video essays about horror, fear and dread

Films That Feel Like Bad Dreams

The Nightmare Artist

Fear of Big Things Underwater

Control, Anatomy, and the Legacy of the Haunted House

House of Leaves: The Horror Of Fiction

Monsters in the Closet: A History of LGBT Representation in Horror Cinema

The History of Insane Asylums and Horror Movies

The Saddest Horror Movie You’ve Never Seen

Fear of Forgetting

Slender Man: Misunderstanding Ten Years Of The Internet

The Real Reason The Thing (1982) is Better than The Thing (2011)

The Bizarre Clown Painting No One Fully Understands

The Little Book of Cosmic Horrors

The Disturbing Art of A.I.

Fear of Depths

Goya’s Witches

David Lynch: The Treachery of Language

The True History That Created Folk Horror

The Existential Horror of David Cronenberg’s Camera

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tua + tweets that made me go ‘hehe haha’ are yall sick of seeing these yet? too bad | pt vi

a few reminders because i’m tired and angry

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes

the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually

liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space

preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good

no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl

liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that

just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 

some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have

no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems

abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships

y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

feel free to add more

for those who saved their loves, and those who didn’t.

words by caitlyn siehl, ‘start here’

[images are two stylized paintings with similar compositions. the first is a portrait of wei wuxian as the yiling patriarch, backlit with an eerie red glow, one exhausted eye visible as he plays his ghost flute; in the shadows under him, wei wuxian and lan wangji sit together in an isolated patch of grass, leaning together affectionately. text overlaid reads, “when is a monster not a monster?

the second is a portrait of jin guangyao, his face featureless but for his manic, dimpled smile, backlit in an ominous dark gold; he is flexing his fingers and golden threads trail off them as would a puppeteer’s strings. in the shadows underneath him, lan xichen kneels in profile, entirely alone. text overlaid reads, “oh, when you love it.”]

Happy Birthday, Gentaro

(He then deleted the tweet and posted it on his correct account 😔)

hair tie: a stsg comic about keeping random items from your childhood

always so weird when i see people talking about "miles edgeworth" fleeing to europe and prosecuting there or w/e. that's kilometers edgeworth to you

CRIME SCENE. DO NOT CROSS.

based on the idea that ranpo, a genius detective who can solve all cases possible, breaks down and shatters at the mere sight of edgar allan poe's death --- the only murder case he can't bring himself to solve due to the sheer amount of grief, confusion, despair, and madness crawling and twisting out of every fibre of his being.