Just Once I Want To See A Good Post Critiquing Makeup Culture That Doesn’t Turn Out To Be Made By Some

here’s a retrospective stoned blerb about the minecraft movie (spoiler free):

honestly, it was okay. i liked how they really highlighted the importance of breaking standards and being creative in a society that punishes it, and how “gold” is what kills the spark for art. i thought the humour was stupid, but stupid enough to where i could laugh at/appreciate it. jack black was great as per usual. jennifer coolidge felt out of place and random but i thought her character was funny so i wasn’t necessarily mad at it. the cgi wasn’t phenomenal, but what can you expect from minecraft irl, i suppose. it could have been a lot worse. i liked the baby villagers. i thought the references were fun and it felt really nice to be apart of the audience. the plot was basically jumanji, but once again what can you expect. the pacing sucked ass, it was relatively hard to follow and it felt like a lot of conflict got solved in the most convenient ways possible. there were a lot of scenes that felt like they didn’t belong, or like they were in the wrong place. as far as game accuracy goes, there were moments where it was completely thrown out the window and times where they did it really well.

overall, i think it could have been better but i’m glad we got what we did. i wasn’t planning on watching the movie at all, but i’m glad my friends had an extra ticket so i could have the chance to see what it was all about. i think seeing it in theatres is what really made the movie for me, i’m not sure if i’d watch it on my own time.

my biggest issue is that jennifer coolidge didn’t play every villager.

ok so a wild rat just spit poison at me

RAAAHHHHHH

Idk what to do with my life now…

hey girl awesome pussy. it looks like it was expensive

so i have the snoop dogg jesus tapestry, and i just placed in my order for a bubbles (tpb) mona lisa. i think my new decor angle is just as many classic paintings of random people as possible

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Local goat discovers joy of painting

one of my mid year resolutions is to become more gay and annoying

who’s gonna stop me? my friends? who are also gay and annoying?

prepare for my faggy wrath

*celebrates october by taking off my pants, squatting to the ground, and with extraordinary delicacy and precision, sensually dipping my ass into a fairy circle*

i finally have a reason to not end my shit