My dream group cosplay: a bunch of Thermians from Galaxy Quest.
Whole group stays in character for a full day. Walk around grinning, address TV shows and movies as historical documents, sit in the back of panels like
And seek out every Kirk cosplayer to tell them “YOU ARE OUR LAST HOPE”
SOMEBODY MAKE THIS HAPPEN
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all-hallows-eve-all-yearJack is hardcore as fuck
scare me like one of your french girls
For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.
You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king
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real friendship is sending them a link to something terrible so you can both be traumatized at the same time
you’re welcome.
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Auriana, Princess of Volta.
one text message conversation is serious relationship advice discussion
the other is my brother’s frothing outrage that he can’t watch Nickelodeon on his iPad
and i keep almost sending the wrong messages to the wrong people
do you ever share a tumblr joke with your mom only you need to like, cut the curse words and complete the sentences and by the time you do that it’s a completely different syntactical structure and possibly a separate language
I’ve noticed that my mom is completely flummoxed by jokes that exist only in predicate—eg., “when you put a spoon under the tap and it does the thing”
like she’ll just sit there waiting for the rest of the sentence
and it’s interesting because jokes like that are generally paired with reaction pics or gifs, but now it’s not always necessary because just the structure of the sentence—like a stand-up snapshot—triggers the association, and the ambiance of universal camaraderie cultivated therein.
but like my mom doesn’t even understand reaction images and having to explain the whole concept actually forced me to think about how memes function linguistically and culturally in the first place—“the image represents you, and your reaction.” “to the post?” “no, to the situation described by the post.”—and I think it’s actually a complex system of representation that is only able to function in the networked culture of instant symbolic formation and self-reflexivity
idk that’s fuckin cool shit
Look I just really love internet culture, ok.
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