Neil Gaiman Writting The Sandman:

would like to thank first kill for accurate queer rep like two lesbians running away with each other two days after they met, a lesbian and a gay boy being best friends and kissing each other before they figured themselves out, “i can excuse my teen daughter bringing a vampire into the house but i draw the line at her having a girl in her room w the door shut”, and a kid wearing a my chemical romance shirt

Cannot believe MCR, kings of cryptic marketing, dropped a song out of NOWHERE on a random Thursday night in May

Queen behavior

If nothing good comes from this First Kill debacle, at least the cast and crew know their fans love them so much and made so much noise Blockbuster shaded Netflix and Forbes wrote an article which could be boiled down to "???whythefuck???"

What in the universe is happening in the year 2022. My chemical romance AND dont hug me im scared returning. It's beautiful. My little gay heart is so happy.

finally someone said it

The fact that so many of y'all think Rue is spilling the tea and that she is right is really f*cking concerning. Especially in 2x05.

Like clearly either y'all have a weird view of what life is about or y'all are just extremely dumb. The parasocial relationship with Zendaya is really starting to show right now for so many of you.

Rue is literally putting her whole family through hell and downright being abusive during all this episode yet y'all are rooting for her ?! Not rooting for her as in to get better, rooting for her thinking she's right ?! Are y'all insane ?! I don't even need to explain this, it makes no absolute sense to even think something like this.

Oh and Jules! Jules does small mistakes here and there (despite us knowing WHY she does it), and when finally she does something really not cool like cheating on Rue despite again knowing why she does it (and the three of them were literally kissing each other in the same room moments before and some have done worse things than what she did) she is the monster and villain of the show but Rue gets to get away with everything she does ? We may know why she does it but we also know why Jules does the thing she does, there is no villain in their story. At no point was this portrayed as a healthy thing. Rue putted all the pressure on Jules about being clean and how everything depended only on her. She still did it in season 2 and even lied while doing it, pretending she was clean when she wasn't. And Jules told her she didn't want to deal with something like this yet Rue still does it and expects her to comply to her every need 24/7 and being aware all the time ? How mental is this!

Yes she should have been more careful in some instances and she is at fault for her cheating but she was also going through her problems and this doesn't justify the hate she's getting right now!

This "Rue is bad yes but Jules is horrible" is pissing me off. It's Nate and Cassie all over again, he manipulated her in a moment where she was vulnerable knowing full well what he was going to get. Cassie has her own faults in the situation but let's remember who started it all and WHY.

And as for Elliot, he is also a drug addict who is just as irrational in his choices as Rue is. There was no grand master plan of his and he is not the mastermind behind some tactics of pushing Rue towards a downfall.

She did this herself. She went to Laurie. She chose this. With all the sympathy, compassion and understanding I can have for her, the suitcase and what it meant is her fault. She knew what she was getting into.

And if I have to hear after this episode that Euphoria is romanticizing drugs or the usage of it, I swear I will go feral. It never has and I don't see how y'all cannot see that.

The show has flaws but this is not one of them.

Reblog to hug the person you reblogged this from and tell them that everything’s going to be okay

this might be one of my absolute favorite post in the history of tumblr.

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman