Star Wars Cinematic Universe Retrospective: Episode I – The Phantom Menace
I love this movie and nothing will change my mind
I love this movie and nothing will change my mind
When it comes to depictions of mental illness on television, there’s an all-or-nothing attitude. It’s either 13 Reasons Why all-consuming-DEPRESSION or nothing ever going wrong at all thank you so much and if it does it’s certainly resolved by the end of the episode, no in between; either mental illness is consuming the life of a main character, or it doesn’t exist at all.
You know, I try to do a little post every year, around the time that this blog ages up again. And every year, I go holy shit, people are still reading this? I’m still writing it? And it feels absurd and ridiculous and brilliant all at once.
Get FUCKED UP team
God I fucking love Pedro Almodovar
“Muttonchops,” intones Orlando Bloom introspectively, near the start of the first episode of Carnival Row. I spit out my tea. This is, as I had feared, not off to a good start.
Let’s get fucked up on Star Wars!
Look, fanfiction gets a bad rap, and I get it. I get that most people think of the iconic Ebony Demenita Dark’ness Raven Way I get that maybe they even looked up, to their great regret, that one story about the giant squid having sex with Hogwarts castle. I get that, well, Fifty Shades of Grey happened because of fanfiction. But I’m here to make a defense of fanfiction, and you’re here to read it and then maybe do your own alt-universe slashfic take on it where this article has soft, tender sex with this article? Fanfiction is so rich, guys, I’m telling you.
Give me some of those Good Spooks