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  2. On terminology

    supervillain:

    Oh I get it. “Art-horror” is a great term for you to write around the idea that you just like horror films, intellectual cowardice runs deep y’all. There will never be anything more obvious than your shame for liking genre by writing about the respectable end of that being “different”. Of course, we’re in a time period where thoughtful writing about horror movies is at an epic fucking paucity, so I shouldn’t pick at that? But shit like that really just raises disgust in my core. Own it, or shut the fuck up. Just keep justifying yourself for liking something that you feel isn’t accepted by whomever you are writing towards, rather than discussing the tools and effects that genre utilizes that are unique to it. The opposite side of that is if you don’t need to couch everything in genre, instead of the tools of it and how they work. “These are special” why? Because you say so? Am I supposed to trust you? This isn’t just horror this is everything (for example this is a big part of why I don’t write about comics anymore) this is how you keep writing the same thing year after year instead of finding insight, this shit. I am not interested in what you want to canonize, I am interested in why. Your need to elevate bores the living shit out of me. I am not interested in you being a warrior for genre, either. That’s a dead end, and you end up on the side of idiots who can’t discern the difference. No one wants to be on the side of the “superheroes are modern myths” assholes and their ilk across all genres and subgenres. Is this movie a horror film or an art film is a question that only means something if you let it, and finding what is truly horrifying inside of a film, regardless of it’s pitched audience or dvd shelf placement, is what matters. Not that any of this matters, it’s all writing for the sake of discussion, if that. I can see your shame, instead of your passion or disgust, or any feeling worth reading about.

    Your english degree is showing.

    (this started off as tweets about this)

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  4. tomfuckinmison:

    this is a religious experience

    (Source: freddieboychilton)

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  6. #selfiesforshelby
  7. kyrafic:

"Never did like that much," is a baller and superb way to express your irritation with the way the patriarchy refuses to acknowledge how badass you are.

People in the old west talked awesome

    kyrafic:

    "Never did like that much," is a baller and superb way to express your irritation with the way the patriarchy refuses to acknowledge how badass you are.

    People in the old west talked awesome

    (Source: queenundomiel)

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  9. clashofstarks:

    it don’t run in our blood

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  11. -Encyclopedia Galactica 

    *Translated from Interlac 

    JEFF LEMIRE!!!

    I’m smiling and was openly weeping from happiness 

    This totally hit my buttons but I did not expect it. I haven’t even read past the first panel. 

  12. Assembled 

    Assembled 

    (Source: badassdigest.com)

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  14. ghost-of-algren:

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

    ghost-of-algren:

    I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.

    (Source: matthewlacroix)

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  16. Avengers 100th Anniversary Special by James Stokoe

    Avengers 100th Anniversary Special by James Stokoe

    Avengers 100th Anniversary Special by James Stokoe

    Avengers 100th Anniversary Special by James Stokoe

    AVENGERS 100TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL BY JAMES STOKOE

    AVENGERS 100TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL BY JAMES STOKOE

    AVENGERS 100TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL BY JAMES STOKOE

    AVENGERS 100TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL

    BY

    JAMES STOKOE

    JAMES STOKOE’sAVENGERS 100TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL

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