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changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

i think we decide if we want to live or not when we're teenagers. and those decisions stay with us for the rest of our lives. i decided to die. i think about it often. some days i think i've been dying ever since

Saw that you like wingfics too?? Please help a fellow lover and give me some recs <3

Gladly! These are all wing-related fics I have bookmarked aka I have read them and remember to bookmark them, but there's probably a lot more on my marked for later list, but that's 24 pages of horror to sort through at some point ajshda

the spaces between

pear-shaped

(don't) say my name

your skin makes me cry

soot and starlight

grooming

with ah! bright wings

indelible

i fell into grace

with drooping wings

surviving hell

Anthony soon learns that mr. fell is apparently taking care of his sister's son for some time

cue comedy sequences where Anthony gets introduced to Baby Jesus 2.0 . heaven and hell are looking all over for him.

i want to see crowley accidently saving everyone's asses in increasingly absurd ways

i wanna see the snake curl around wherever aziraphale is. never leaving but never coming closer.

i want aziraphale to get hurt saving Anthony and this poor man has no idea whats going on but like hell is he gonna let some random cosplayers hurt his only friend (and kind of crush ;p)

i want them to him to kiss aziraphale after a really close call and immediately faint disney princess style.

i want him to wake up with golden snake eyes

"Aziraphale?" except this time the name is not being said with confusion but with 6000 years of history and love behind it

and then i want them to fuck shit up together.

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its only after he enters the cafe that he remembers why its a bad idea. for one its the cafe right across the bookshop whose owner keeps giving him sad looks. plus he has no memory of his ENTIRE LIFE which has made conversing with anybody very difficult this past year. and for some reason Anthony doesn't want this pretty man to think he's weird.

but for some reason its nothing like that. the man tells him he's a manager for some bigshot company and asks Anthony questions as if he's actually interested in the answers. and if for some reason he never asks about where Anthony's from he's too glad to really question it.

Anthony immediately apologizes for its behavior and goes to get him off but Mr. Fell is quicker. He tells him he'll sit on the armchair instead. after all the snake was here first. Anthony reluctantly agrees.

and so start their meetings

continuation of my little post

its only after he enters the cafe that he remembers why its a bad idea. for one its the cafe right across the bookshop whose owner keeps giving him sad looks. plus he has no memory of his ENTIRE LIFE which has made conversing with anybody very difficult this past year. and for some reason Anthony doesn't want this pretty man to think he's weird.

but for some reason its nothing like that. the man tells him he's a manager for some bigshot company and asks Anthony questions as if he's actually interested in the answers. and if for some reason he never asks about where Anthony's from he's too glad to really question it.

the little date ends and he thinks well thats that. Except a few days later the man who introduced himself as Mr Zira Fell comes to visit the bookshop.

he said its just to check up on Anthony and maybe buy some antiques while he's at it. Anthony is hardly surprised considering he's the one who invited him after hearing about his love for old literature. He did forget to tell him that most of the books in the shop are apparently part of some rich man's private collection and not for sale. Mr. Fell seems only too happy at the invitation to come read some on the sofa

except the snake is on it. now ever since Anthony got that snake its been a rather morose and depressed sort of creature. but not now. now he's glaring and hissing for all his worth, golden eyes large and angry. and Mr. Fell...he looks heartbroken.

continuation of my little post

its only after he enters the cafe that he remembers why its a bad idea. for one its the cafe right across the bookshop whose owner keeps giving him sad looks. plus he has no memory of his ENTIRE LIFE which has made conversing with anybody very difficult this past year. and for some reason Anthony doesn't want this pretty man to think he's weird.

but for some reason its nothing like that. the man tells him he's a manager for some bigshot company and asks Anthony questions as if he's actually interested in the answers. and if for some reason he never asks about where Anthony's from he's too glad to really question it.

continuation of my little post

its only after he enters the cafe that he remembers why its a bad idea. for one its the cafe right across the bookshop whose owner keeps giving him sad looks. plus he has no memory of his ENTIRE LIFE which has made conversing with anybody very difficult this past year. and for some reason Anthony doesn't want this pretty man to think he's weird.

but for some reason its nothing like that. the man tells him he's a manager for some bigshot company and asks Anthony questions as if he's actually interested in the answers. and if for some reason he never asks about where Anthony's from he's too glad to really question it.

fast forward to when a pretty boy grabs him and takes him on an interspace adventure. now obviously Aziraphale can't risk human Crowley remembering all this. So he snaps his fingers and Crowley's memories go back to just before he met Aziraphale.

He wakes up with this pretty boy standing over him asking if he's alright and oh isn't it so hot today his poor self must have had a faint spell. Anthony remembered it had actually been pretty cloudy but the sun was suddenly shining so bright so what does he know really.

Aziraphale is like you really must let me treat you to a cold beverage you poor thing. And Anthony is frankly very tired. its been an exhausting year and he really does seem so kind

so he lets the pretty stranger put a stabling hand on his waist and lead him to the nearby cafe

read this one post where crowley goes to bzb and gabriel and makes them remove his memories which manifest as a snake and then when aziraphale comes back he's so shocked and hurt so anyway sitting in my class head empty except season 2 brainrot and i thought. what if he comes back and crowley doesn't recognize him. he gets weirded out by this random pretty guy acting like they're long lost lovers but this time aziraphale is smarter. he drags him to bzb and asks them to give back his memories but when they try it doesn't work. why? wait and see

so some backstory. Crowley goes by Anthony now. He woke up in a random hotel one day with a tame snake on him and being a smart cookie retraced his steps back to an old bookshop. The owner there was kind enough to get him his identification and a cup of tea. (he has no idea how his id cards were with them. or how they managed to just turn around and instantly have a hot cup of tea in hand. or why they keep calling him a demon but really politely for some reason)

apparently he works in that bookshop which doesn't seem right even with all his memories gone. but the snake instantly makes himself comfortable on the sofa so he figures "eh why not."

read this one post where crowley goes to bzb and gabriel and makes them remove his memories which manifest as a snake and then when aziraphale comes back he's so shocked and hurt so anyway sitting in my class head empty except season 2 brainrot and i thought. what if he comes back and crowley doesn't recognize him. he gets weirded out by this random pretty guy acting like they're long lost lovers but this time aziraphale is smarter. he drags him to bzb and asks them to give back his memories but when they try it doesn't work. why? wait and see

read this one post where crowley goes to bzb and gabriel and makes them remove his memories which manifest as a snake and then when aziraphale comes back he's so shocked and hurt so anyway sitting in my class head empty except season 2 brainrot and i thought. what if he comes back and crowley doesn't recognize him. he gets weirded out by this random pretty guy acting like they're long lost lovers but this time aziraphale is smarter. he drags him to bzb and asks them to give back his memories but when they try it doesn't work. why? wait and see

ok but what if the hagra community is exactly as wholesome and pretty as initially presented and then they just go batshit crazy for 9 days every 90 years

he went to jail for crepes and now he's giving everything up to go to heaven to make things right for his demon

the things love makes you do

came home after a long time and the wifi connected automatically. the smell of this place is familiar to me. the hum of the refrigerator and the fans. the dip in the bed shaped like me and my mother. i'm sick with nostalgia. i'm sick with the thought of losing it all.

saw that little leopard print shoe stopping the door total james bond style and i FUCKING KNEWWWWWWW

everyone is out here with these fantastic theories and metaphors in glass onion

but i just can't stop laughing at miles bron's face when blanc says that he got the box with its stupid "children's puzzles" that took him less than a minute to solve like. that motherfucker was so offended and i loved every second of it

still not over the fact that gomez addams' yearbook quote was

I love her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way she would silence my demons - me when describing the love of my life