sixth-light:

rahirah:

OK, look. I personally would rather see a spinoff featuring a brand new Slayer of color and her friends (a la Discovery) than a reboot which recasts the original characters (a la the reboot Trek movies.) But so many of the arguments I see against the latter idea boil down to “Buffy can’t be black! Buffy’s supposed to be the pretty blonde suburban WHITE cheerleader who’s the first to die in a slasher movie! Anything else isn’t subversive!”

O.M.G., people. Who else is the first person to die in slasher movies? Rona (not Xander) called it in S7. Do people even hear what they’re saying? Black girls can’t be cheerleaders? Black girls can’t be pretty, or suburban, or hell, even blonde? Even SMG isn’t a natural blonde. Buffy Summers is not a white icon, for God’s sake.

Protip for my fellow white people: If you find yourself starting a sentence with “I’m not racist, but…” stop right there and reconsider the rest of it. Hard. There are legit reasons to prefer a spinoff to a reboot, but the idea that Buffy Summers could not possibly be imagined as other than white is not one of them.

In the early/mid-90s the idea of a petite, pretty (white) woman actually being the action hero slaying monsters was subversive. In 2018 there’s barely a genre franchise that DOESN’T have someone who fits that description and subversiveness for a BTVS reboot is going to require other ideas. 

jezi-belle:

iridepigs:

twinkcommunist:

In case anyone’s wondering is because getting an x ray once is so barely harmful that it rounds to zero but standing in front of an x ray emitter 40 hours a week for years will definitely kill you

If I go to the bar and have one drink with the bartender I’ll be fine. If the bartender has a drink with every patron then they will die

… I honestly never considered that. It seems so obvious but never crossed my mind. Thank you, twinkcommunist and iridepigs.

anexperimentallife:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

youraveragemushroom:

gourmet-fruit-gels:

taintedsugar:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

tangirlisfangirl:

a-lil-freakin-nerd:

possiblestoner:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

candalable:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

Were you a monster-under-the-bed, monster-in-the-closet, or humans-are-the-true-monsters kid

I was the “In-the-kitchen-as-soon-as-I-turn-off-the-light-switch-oh-my-god-run-like-hell” sort of kid

What the heck

“hanging-over-me-while-i-lay-in-bed-cant-open-my-eyes-or-it-will-kill-me” kid

“That-baby-doll-is-an-alien-coming-to-kill-me” kid

“Have-a-night-light-so-you-can-stare-up-at-the-ceiling-and-avoid-the-crawling-monsters-on-the-floor” kid

none of us were ok as kids

“there’s-a-monster-over-there-but-if-i-don’t-look-at-it-and-stay-under-the-covers-it-can’t-get-me” and “don’t-look-at-the-floor-dont-look-at-the-floor-dont-look-at-the-floor”

I was scared of jesus bc I thought he was a monster

My bed was hollow underneath so I stead of being scared of a monster under the bed I was scared one day I’d find a human under my bed

the fuck

I was all of the above, but then I read “Where The Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak, and decided I was going to make sure the monsters were scared of ME, instead.

I was a snake-my-hand-around-the-door-frame-and-switch-the-light-on-before-entering-the-darkened-room kid… and if I’ve watched a horror movie I’m that kinda 37 year old