The next big thing on the gay agenda: re-shoot/write all media with close male friendships to make it gay, then delete all original versions from existence & pass a law explicitly stating that no fictional men are allowed to just be friends anymore, no exceptions
That sounds fun can I help?
We’ll need at least 3 gay sex scenes per Hangover movie, you have to make them as nasty and off-putting as possible
This is such a little moment that I’m sure everyone has seen but I’m completely obsessed with it.
When you’re waiting for Alice to connect you with Sylvie the first time you have the option to either wait patiently or start slapping a rhythm on your thighs. If you go for the thigh slapping one Kim lightly admonishes you for being impatient.
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But if you’re a good boy and wait patiently then Kim starts fidgeting.
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This is endlessly funny to me and is a beautiful little microcosm of who Kim is as a person.
disco is very blunt when it comes to discussing how Harry’s unhealthy relationship with his sexuality is based in his internalized homophobia and relentless fixation with being punished and degraded.
he’s a man who’s very obsessed with hurting himself. meanwhile there’s a half light check that straight up states he’s been sexually assaulted. electrochemistry tells us that he basically can’t have sex without being intoxicated because it’s too scary. In addition to dialogue about his piss and autoerotic asphyxiation kinks really driving home just how deeply solitary his sexual experiences are. it’s just. there’s a lot there
he has traumatic flashbacks when he’s hugged. this isn’t a man who has a healthy relationship with physical contact. it’s implied he hasn’t been held since his wife left him
thoughts like Rigorous Self Critique really drive home just how far he goes to hurt himself. the thought is somewhat dressed up in self improvement language but in practice it’s all about Harry literally sustaining his health through self flagellation. and in the process it shows you that while it’s an incredibly toxic mindset that’s stunting his growth and deeply hurting him, it is a coping mechanism that gets him through the day
and like DE’s addiction mechanic I found myself relying on those boosts from failing checks as I was playing
I think one of the most profound forms of love is “I’ll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I’ll try it.”
It’s a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay’s plasticity. It’s a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom’s favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It’s a girlfriend who says “Yes, I’ll go with you” and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It’s a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out “Wait, wait, I know we’re here for the exhibit, but I haven’t been here! Slow down!”
It’s being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.
no but seriously I still get chills thinking about turning off my headlamp in the cave and The Hand That I Did Not Actually See, and it’s been twelve years since it happened
it’s such an unreal experience
like
you turn off your light in a cave and wave your hand in front of your face
and
you can see this shadowy thing moving in the black space where your hand is
it looks like the same shadowy thing you would see in your room at night if you waved your hand in front of your face, it’s there and vaguely hand-shaped, and your brain recognizes it as your hand because your brain is aware of where your hand is and what it is doing
But You Are Not Seeing Anything
Inside a cave, there is No Light. No matter how far your pupils spread, there is no light for them to draw in, no light to put an image on your retina.
But your brain just Fucking Assumes that because it knows where your hand is and what it is doing, clearly it can see it.
So it creates a shadowy thing for your eyes to be seeing.
Brain is like “there’s a hand there”
Eyes are like “yup sure thing brain I can totally see it”
Brain is like “nice”
but there is no hand, you cannot see the hand, you are seeing a literal actual hallucination in the cave because your brain thinks it knows best
Caves are awesome, but also terrifying. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
we once went spelunking, and a our guide said that once he was in a cave with a stream, so he could hear running water, and his brain was like ‘oh, running water? that means there must be Ducks out there’. and he saw like…low light shadows of ducks. that his brain just Put There.
As a cave guide: we call that ‘cave blindness’! True darkness absolutely wigs your brain out - we’re such visual creatures that after a while our brain throws a hissy after not seeing anything. Sensory deprivation is a very real kind of torture. We have a huge, deep cave system at work and there are a lot of places where you’re hundreds of meters in solid rock in this tiny, dark, still space.
I like to turn my torch off, sit down with my back against the wall, and wait to see how long it takes before I start seeing things or feeling like the ground is moving, or hearing things. Because I know I’m not - I’m in complete darkness, utter silence, sitting in rock that hasn’t moved in hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
Proof that brains are Ridiculous and over-react to a lot of stuff!
I want to add to this that people who lose their hearing as adults have reported hearing music “being played loudly from somewhere”, and other auditory hallucinations, bc the brain will just panic and put your brain’s ipod on *fucking shuffle* if it’s not getting any input
I need to keep getting weirder with my cider making. Forget a simple, sweet flavor profile. I want to make ciders that will make your toes curl and your tongue twist. I want to make ciders that will cause you to drop on all fours and bark like a dog upon consumption!
Girl?
I am having a very normal time! The yeast has not infected my brain, and if it has, it would only ferment me into something stronger.
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I really love the people giving me cider suggestions in tags and reblogs, but I do think they underestimate how weird my current level of cider making is.
The last brew I tried tasted like how you wish grave dirt and incense tasted. It is so strong and spiced that you can only sip it. I had less than a quarter of a bottle, and it made me euphoric all night, followed by vivid nightmares. I woke up the next day feeling like I’d just crawled out of my own tomb.
9/10 Would drink again!
anecdotal but i drank that draught myself and i certainly felt like getting on all fours and barking
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