

KARKAT VANTAS
@carcinoGeneticist
THE GUY WITH THE BEST FUCKING MOVIE BLOG IN THE INCIPISPHERE *AND* CO-HOST OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB, GMT/BST. >> THE BLOG: https://letterboxd.com/CGeneticist/ <<
I JUST GOT MY ASTROLOGY CHART READ, AND HOLY MOTHER GRUB, WHAT A FUCKING CLUSTER.
IT’S NOT LIKE I DON’T LIKE THE MOVIE STILL. I GUESS I’M JUST SLIGHTLY DISILLUSIONED TO IT. I MEAN, WHO REALLY GETS THE CHANCE IN EVERY LIFETIME TO FIND THEIR SUPPOSED MATCH? THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN ACTUAL CROCK OF SHIT.
I MEAN. FATE. FUCK. SERENDIPITY IS JUST A LITTLE… IDEALISTIC, ISN’T IT?
I’VE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT FATE. IS IT EVEN REAL, IF THERE ARE HOWEVER MANY OTHER VERSIONS OF YOU THAT MAY NOT MEET THE SAME END? OR IS THERE SIMPLY A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL? DO WE ALL KEEP FLIPPING OUR SHIT FOREVER AND EVER INTO THE AETHER, OR DOES OUR SHIT EXIST IN A FINITE SPACE? IS OUR SHIT IN A VACUUM? I THINK I NEED TO TAKE A FUCKING NAP. MAYBE.
LAST CALL. LAST FUCKING CALL. I’LL BE STARTING THE STREAM IN FIVE MINUTES, SO HURRY UP. #ABCC #WATCHPARTY HTTPS://HYPERBEAM.COM/V/ABCCGMT BRING YOUR OWN BULLSHIT NIGHT (OBVIOUSLY OPTIONAL, FUCKING *DUH*).
ATTENTION, ALL OF YOU TWITCHY EYED TROLLS AND HUMANS WHO I HAVE TO BARELY STOP MYSELF FROM PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST TO CALL FRIENDS, TONIGHT’S #ABCC #WATCHPARTY GMT/BST EDITION IS PUSHED BACK AN HOUR. SORRY, CAN’T GET INTO IT NOW, BUT I HAVE IMPORTANT BUSINESS TO ATTEND. IF YOU WANT IN, COMMENT. IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE STANDARD PST SHOWING, THAT’LL BE WITH @CARBOLICGALVANOLOGIST . IT’S BYOB, BY THE WAY. #SUBSTANCE NIGHT. BE THERE. OR DON’T.
THANKS TO ALL WHO ATTENDED MY VERY FIRST HOSTING OF THE #ABCC #WATCHPARTY ON THE GMT/BST SIDE, IT WAS FUN. I HAVEN’T GOTTEN A CHANCE TO SHARE CINEMA PROPERLY WITH OTHERS IN A REALLY FUCKING LONG TIME, ASIDE FROM MY REVIEWS. WHICH BY THE WAY, IF YOU HAVEN’T READ MY MOST RECENT ONE, IT’S KIND OF MY BEST YET, SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO FEAST YOUR LOBE STEMS ON IT. ANYWAY. THANKS. IT WAS NICE.
HTTPS://HYPERBEAM.COM/V/ABCCGMT HAPPENING NOW. THE GMT SHOWING OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB, CO-HOSTED BY YOURS TRULY. THINK OF IT AS THE MATINEE SHOWING. CATCH IT TONIGHT AT 7 PST, TOO, IF YOU’RE THAT DESPERATE TO WATCH HOWLS MOVING CASTLE TWICE.
THIS IS YOUR *FINAL* FUCKING WARNING. I REPEAT, YOUR ***FINAL*** FUCKING WARNING. THE GMT/BST #ABCC #WATCHPARTY IS HAPPENING IN FIVE MINUTES. HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE, FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO KNOW. COMMENT IF YOU WANT IN. OTHERWISE, I’LL BE POSTING THE LINK TO THE MOVIE ROOM SHORTLY.
YOU HAVE LESS THAN ONE HOUR UNTIL THE GHASTLY MIST TIME / BILIOUS STANDARD TIME SHOWING OF HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE FOR THE #ABCC #MOVIENIGHT. LOOK OUT IN YOUR INBOXES IF YOU’VE ALREADY RSVP’D, AND IF YOU HAVEN’T, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN WAITING FOR?
POSTING AGAIN SO I REACH SOME MORE OF YOU. YOU’LL HAVE TWO MORE CHANCES UP UNTIL IT STARTS TO SECURE A SPOT. FOR 7/8 - 7/10’S #ABCC #WATCHPARTY, AND MY INAUGURAL PILOTING OF THIS PLANE, WE WILL BE WATCHING: HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004), FROM STUDIO GHIBLI, AT 7 PM GMT/BST. **THIS ANNOUNCEMENT IS SPECIFICALLY FOR THE GHASTLY MIST / BILIOUS STANDARD TIME OR ADJACENT ATTENDEES (GMT/BST).** I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. DON’T GET IT FUCKING TWISTED WITH THE WATCH PARTY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET. DON’T BE AN IDIOT AND RSVP FOR THE WRONG ONE. IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR PST, CARBOLICGALVANOLOGIST IS YOUR GUY, GO TO HIS POST. OTHERWISE, GET YOUR TICKETS BY RESERVING A SPOT HERE OR IN DMS. IT’S A FUN MOVIE, AND IT’S A GOOD ONE. RARELY ARE MOVIES *BOTH*. NEXT WEEK YOU MAY NOT BE SO LUCKY, SO BE THERE OR YOU CAN CONSIDER YOURSELF THOROUGHLY MISSED-OUT. SEE YOU THERE. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/2BA74872997C.PNG
FOR 7/8 - 7/10’S #ABCC #WATCHPARTY, AND MY INAUGURAL PILOTING OF THIS PLANE, WE WILL BE WATCHING: HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004), FROM STUDIO GHIBLI, AT 7 PM GMT/BST. **THIS ANNOUNCEMENT IS SPECIFICALLY FOR THE GHASTLY MIST / BILIOUS STANDARD TIME OR ADJACENT ATTENDEES (GMT/BST).** I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. DON’T GET IT FUCKING TWISTED WITH THE WATCH PARTY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET. DON’T BE AN IDIOT AND RSVP FOR THE WRONG ONE. IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR PST, @CARBOLICGALVANOLOGIST IS YOUR GUY, GO TO HIS POST. OTHERWISE, GET YOUR TICKETS BY RESERVING A SPOT HERE OR IN DMS. IT’S A FUN MOVIE, AND IT’S A GOOD ONE. RARELY ARE MOVIES *BOTH*. NEXT WEEK YOU MAY NOT BE SO LUCKY, SO BE THERE OR YOU CAN CONSIDER YOURSELF THOROUGHLY MISSED-OUT. SEE YOU THERE. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/2BA74872997C.PNG
I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THAT REVIEW. HOLY SHIT. THAT’S LIKE THE MOST EFFORT I’VE PUT INTO ONE SINCE BETTER OFF DEAD.
WHY AM I ME, AND NOT SOMEBODY ELSE? THIS IS ONE WHOPPING HAMBEAST OF A REVIEW TO KICK THINGS BACK OFF WITH, I REALIZE THAT, BUT I FIGURE I MAY AS WELL COME BACK WITH SOME SORT OF FANFARE INSTEAD OF A LITTLE PISSWRIGGLER WHIMPER. @CARBOLICGALVANOLOGIST HAS BEEN HOUNDING ME TO FINALLY STICK THIS ON MY HUSKTOP AND GIVE IT A WATCH, SO I DECIDED, LET’S MAKE IT AN EVENT AND ACTUALLY PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS. PICTURE THIS. I SAT DOWN IN FRONT OF MY ACTUAL TELEVISION, RENTED THE DVD FROM A RESALE STORE THAT WAS KIND OF MORE THAN A LITTLE SKETCHY, AND GRABBED MY GUMMY GRUBS AND SOME POPCORN. I COZIED UP THINKING TO MYSELF, “MY GOOD BUDDY OTHER KARKAT NEVER DOES ME WRONG, HE IS LIKE MY PERSONAL MOVIE DEALER SO THERE’S NO WAY *THIS* ONE CAN FUCK ME UP”, AND HAPPILY PRESSED PLAY. YES. HAPPILY. GOD WHAT A FUCKING FOOL I WAS. I SHOULD REALLY STOP THINKING THAT I WILL NEVER BE ETERNALLY AND COSMICALLY CHANGED BY A DECISION TO WATCH A FILM. I SHOULD KNOW BETTER, BY NOW. AND THAT’S WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT. BEING ETERNALLY AND COSMICALLY CHANGED FOREVER AND EVER, AND WHAT WOULD BECOME OF US – *THIS* VERSION OF US, SITTING HERE IN THIS MOMENT WITH EACH OTHER – IF THOSE CHANGES WERE MADE DIFFERENT BY EVEN THE MOST MICROSCOPIC OF EVENTS. MR. NOBODY IS TRULY A STUNNING AND OFTENTIMES HARROWING MEDITATION ON TIME, FREE WILL, AND THE NATURE OF ALL OF OUR REALITIES. OUR UNIVERSES (YES, ALL OF THEM) ARE IN FLUX. THEY EXPAND, THEY CONTRACT, LIKE A BUNCH OF FLOATING SUSPENDED PUMP BISCUITS, RELAYING AND REBIRTHING EVENTS OVER AND OVER AD INFINITUM. I MEAN, SHIT, LOOK AT ALL OF US HERE, READING THIS RIGHT NOW (OR NOT, BECAUSE HALF OF YOU ARE GOING TO SCROLL PAST AND NEVER GRACE YOUR GLANCE NUGGETS ON THIS STRING OF SENTENCES AT ALL WHICH IS A *SHAME*), OR EVEN JUST THE OTHER VERSION OF ME WHO MANAGED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS FILM WHEN I DIDN’T. WE ALL ARE HERE BECAUSE WE, UNKNOWINGLY OR KNOWINGLY, MADE CHOICES THAT BROUGHT US TO ANALYSING SOME RANDOM TROLL’S WRITTEN ANTHOLOGY. I, KARKAT VANTAS, MAY BE SAID RANDOM TROLL, BUT MR. NEMO NOBODY IS NOT JUST SOME RANDOM HUMAN, AT LEAST NOT WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THIS FILM. NEMO NOBODY IS THE LAST LIVING MORTAL, SET ON A NEAR-FUTURE PLANET EARTH THAT HAS ACHIEVED WHAT THE HUMANS THERE CALL QUASI-IMMORTALITY. THE FILM IS IN ACCOUNT OF HIS LIFE, TOLD THROUGH HIS NARRATION TO A JOURNALIST THAT IS INTERVIEWING HIM ON WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY HIS DEATHBED IN AN ATTEMPT TO DOCUMENT WHAT LIFE WAS LIKE AS A MORTAL. HIS GREAT ORATION BEGINS WITH A MEMORY, PECULIARLY, OF BEFORE HE WAS EVER HATCHED, HAVING RETAINED THE MEMORIES AND UNDERSTANDING OF EVERYTHING THAT EVER WAS AND WOULD BE IN THE NEBULA OF EVENTS SURROUNDING HIS LIFE. HE DESCRIBES CHOOSING HIS PARENTS, HAVING CHOSEN THEM BECAUSE HIS SOON-TO-BE FATHER ASKED IF THE PERSON BEHIND THE CAMERA HAD EVER HEARD OF THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT. SURE, IT’S HANDED TO YOU RIGHT THEN A BIT LITERALLY, BUT I’LL ALLOW IT. IT SETS YOU UP FOR DEEPER THINKING LATER ON DOWN THE LINE, WHICH *WILL* HAPPEN WHETHER YOUR SPONGE IS READY TO SOAK IT IN OR NOT. NEMO GROWS UP, AND HE GROWS UP *KNOWING* WHAT’S GOING TO INEVITABLY HAPPEN TO HIM OR OTHERS AROUND HIM; FOR INSTANCE, HIS FATHER FORGETS THE HANDBRAKE ON HIS SCUTTLEBUGGY AND THE THING ROLLS DOWN THE HILL AND KILLS A WOMAN, WHICH SETS OFF A CHAIN OF EVENTS TO WHERE NEMO’S MOTHER AND FATHER END UP FILING FOR DIVORCE. IT’S IN THIS NEXT MOMENT FOR NEMO, THE MOMENT WHERE HE’S STANDING ON THE TRAIN PLATFORM IN THE CROSSFIRES OF AN UNAMICABLE SEPARATION, THAT WE SEE HIS ULTIMATE STRUGGLE FOR CHOICE: GO WITH HIS MOTHER, OR STAY WITH HIS FATHER? IT’S THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF THE ENTIRE FILM, THE NEXUS OF WHICH IT SPINS UPON. AND NEMO NOBODY TELLS THE JOURNALIST… BOTH. HE PICKS BOTH. AS LONG AS YOU DON’T CHOOSE, EVERYTHING REMAINS POSSIBLE. AND IT’S FROM HERE THAT WE SEE NEMO LIVING OUT BOTH OF THESE LIVES– AND THEIR SUBSEQUENT OFFSHOOTS – WHERE HE EXPERIENCES DIFFERENT THINGS, SOME ONLY BEING EXPERIENCED DEPENDING ON WHICH PARENT HE CHOSE TO LIVE WITH. HE MAKES DIFFERENT DECISIONS ABOUT WHAT HE WANTS TO DO WITH HIS CAREER, THE STRUGGLES HE FACES, HOW HE DEALS WITH HIS EMOTIONS. HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE, ONE BEING ELISE, WHO WE FOLLOW MOST THROUGHOUT THE STORY AND THIS *ALMOST* SEEMS TO BE THE TRUE NORTH OF HIS ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS, THOUGH I DIGRESS. ALL OF THESE POSSIBILITIES, ALL OF THE DANCING THROUGH ALTERNATE REALITIES, STEM FROM ONE FRACTION OF A MOMENT. I TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE QUOTE BELOW. “WHEN HE RETURNED AN HOUR LATER, HE NOTICED THAT THE FORECAST, WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN IDENTICAL TO THE PRECEDING ONES, FOLLOWED AN EVOLUTION EVER MORE DIVERGENT, UNTIL THERE WAS NO LONGER ANY RESEMBLANCE. MINISCULE CHANGES OF A THOUSANDTH OF A DEGREE, A THOUSANDTH OF A MILLIBAR, IN ASSOCIATION, CAUSED ENORMOUS CHANGE IN THE END RESULTS: ON ONE HAND, PERFECT CALM, ON THE OTHER, A STORM.” THIS BRINGS UP THE SPIRITUAL PARADOX OF FREE WILL—WHETHER WE ARE TRULY IN CONTROL OF OUR PATHS OR IF ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES ARE ALREADY WRITTEN. IN MANY MYTHOLOGICAL TEXTS I’VE READ, THERE IS AN UNDERSTANDING THAT WHILE INDIVIDUALS MAY EXPERIENCE THE ILLUSION OF CHOICE, ALL POSSIBILITIES ARE ULTIMATELY CONTAINED WITHIN THE GREATER FLOW OF THE UNIVERSES THEY OCCUPY. AND *THOSE* UNIVERSES MAY OR MAY NOT ACT INDEPENDENTLY, TOO. REMAINS TO BE SEEN. MAYBE YOU AGREE WITH THAT, MAYBE YOU DON’T. THAT’S NOT THE POINT. NEMO NOBODY ARGUES THAT EVERYTHING ALREADY EXISTS, AND IT IS ONLY IN CHOOSING ONE WAY THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS IN THAT SPECIFIC MOMENT IS THE CONSCIOUSNESS THAT GETS TO EXPERIENCE IT. IN FACT, HE WRITES A SUICIDE LETTER ABOUT IT IN ONE REALITY WHERE HE ATTEMPTS TO TAKE HIS OWN LIFE, AND THE LETTER IS READ BACK TO HIM: “THERE COMES A TIME IN LIFE WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMS NARROW. CHOICES HAVE BEEN MADE. I CAN ONLY CONTINUE ON. I KNOW MYSELF INSIDE OUT, I CAN PREDICT MY EVERY REACTION. EVERYTHING IS PREDICTABLE. MY LIFE HAS BEEN CAST IN CEMENT, WITH AIRBAGS AND SEATBELTS. I’VE CONTROLLED EVERYTHING. I’VE DONE EVERYTHING TO REACH THIS POINT, AND NOW THAT I’M HERE, I’M FUCKING BORED. THE HARDEST THING IS KNOWING WHETHER I’M STILL ALIVE.” REALLY UH. REALLY MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU HAD IT ALL LAID OUT IN FRONT OF YOU, HUH. AND YET, THIS MOVIE ISN’T NEARLY EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE WITH YOU YET. BUTTERFLY EFFECT THIS, CAUSATION AND FORMATION THAT. RIGHT, WE GET IT, ONE ACTION EQUALS A LIFETIME OF DIFFERENT POSSIBLE OUTCOMES. NEMO IS OFTEN PARALYSED BY THAT VERY THOUGHT, WHICH IS WHY HE IS SO INDECISIVE OR APATHETIC ABOUT HIS POSITION AT ANY GIVEN TIME. BUT THIS IS WHERE, IF YOU LISTEN RIGHT, MR. NOBODY STARTS ASKING YOU EVEN MORE QUESTIONS FOR YOUR DUTIFUL CONSIDERATION: HOW MUCH OF WHAT MAKES YOURSELF YOU, CONSIST OF THE CHOICES WE MAKE? WHO WOULD WE BECOME IF WE MADE DIFFERENT CHOICES? WHAT IS THE NATURE OF TIME? WHAT IS HUMANITY IF NOT FOR WALKING THE PATH? I’M NOT GOING TO EVEN GET CLOSE TO ANSWERING THESE QUESTIONS FOR YOU HERE IN THIS ANALYSIS, BUT FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU CAN SIT WITH THOSE FOR A SPELL WHILE I TRY TO WRAP THIS UP. NO PROMISES. I’M GOING TO PIVOT SLIGHTLY THEMATICALLY, AND BRING UP ANOTHER SOURCE MEDIA HERE, SO BEAR WITH ME. I DON’T PLAY VIDEO GAMES A LOT. IT IS BECAUSE NOT ONLY AM I OBSCENELY BAD AT THEM, BUT I GET A BIT IMPATIENT. *HOWEVER.* THE MIDNIGHT WALK (2025) IS RELEVANT IN THIS CONTEXT. WITHOUT ANY SUMMARIZATION OF THAT PLOT (BECAUSE I WON’T BOTHER SPOILING IT OR GOING TOO INTO THAT NOW), IT BEGS THE QUESTION: WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE? AND FURTHERMORE, WHAT IF THAT PURPOSE IS JUST… TO *BE*? YOUR CHARACTER IN THE MIDNIGHT WALK IS DESTINED TO TRAVERSE A PATH THAT BRINGS LIGHT TO THE BEINGS OF MOON MOUNTAIN AND YET, AT THE VERY END, YOU HAVE THE ULTIMATE CHOICE TO MAKE. YOU FULFIL YOUR DESTINY AND SACRIFICE YOURSELF TO BRING ABOUT THE SUN, OR… YOU GIVE UP. AND THE GAME PUNISHES YOU FOR NEITHER CHOICE. I THINK THAT’S WHAT MR. NOBODY IS ALSO GETTING AT, AMONGST IT ALL. IN EVERY SINGLE INSTANCE, THERE IS NO ONE TIMELINE THAT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANOTHER. THERE IS NO GRAND PUNISHMENT, EVEN IN THE INSTANCE OF SUFFERING. SURE, THE MOVIE HAS ITS PREFERENCES IN WEIGHT FOR PACING’S SAKE, THE WRAPAROUNDS THAT FEED BACK INTO THE PLOTLINES, BUT THE REALITY IS THAT NO TIMELINE IS THE “WRONG” ONE. NO PLACE IS A PLACE YOU AREN’T MEANT TO BE. EVERY CHOICE IS THE RIGHT CHOICE. AND IN THE WORDS OF NEMO, THEY ALL EXIST IN THE SAME EXACT MOMENT, ALL THE TIME, EVERYWHERE. “WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME? A GRUMPY OLD MAN WHO DROOLS WHEN HE EATS, WHO NEVER ANSWERS QUESTIONS. WHO MIXES EVERYTHING UP. WHO’S KEPT BUSY BY GETTING HIS MEALS. BUT THAT’S NOT ME. ME, I WEAR SHORT PANTS. I’M NINE YEARS OLD. I CAN RUN FASTER THAN THE TRAIN. I DON’T FEEL MY ACHING BACK ANYMORE. I’M FIFTEEN. I’M IN LOVE. I’M IN LOVE…” ME. KARKAT. ME, I’M IN MY ROOM, PRACTICING WITH BRAND NEW SICKLES. I’M SIX SWEEPS AND I’M PLAYING A GAME WITH A BUNCH OF INCOMPETENT FUCKWADS THAT IGNITES THE END OF MY WORLD. I AM STANDING BY MYSELF ON A HORIZON OF RED AT SEVEN FACING A DENIZEN, AND IN BED WITH MY LOVER AT ELEVEN, AND LOSING HIM AT TWELVE, FAR BEFORE I’M READY (AND WAS I EVER READY?). I AM RUNNING TO MY LUSUS FOR COMFORT AND MOURNING HIM ALL THE SAME BETWEEN THREE AND FIVE, AND SEEING MY FIRST FEW WRINKLES BETWEEN MY EYEBROWS. I AM ALL OF HIM. AND THERE’S MORE, TOO. MORE THAN I MYSELF AS KARKAT FROM UNIVERSE 2443 WILL EVER BE FULLY AWARE OF. THERE ARE VERSIONS OF ME AND MY CHOICES THAT I HAVE MET AND THOSE I HAVEN’T AND THOSE I NEVER WILL. IT’S AGONISING, AND YET, I SIT HERE IN THIS TATTED CHAIR IN FRONT OF MY HUSKTOP HUNCHED OVER LIKE A STOPPED UP BILGESACK AND I FEEL COCOONED BY *MY* UNIVERSE, BY *MY* WORLD, BY *MY* RESPITE BLOCK AND MY BED AND MY WORDS. THERE IS COMFORT KNOWING THAT THERE IS NO GRAND COSMIC SMACKDOWN OR PRIZE AWAITING ME, THERE IS NO BAD CHOICE, OR WRONG ONE. THERE ARE SIMPLY CHOICES. AND I EXIST IN ALL OF THEM TOGETHER. SO, MAYBE IT’S NOT SO TERRIFYING TO MAKE DECISIONS. FIVE STARS. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/540E827062F7.PNG
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GIVE ME YOUR TOP SIX MOVIES, PLAYLIST STYLE. I MEAN STUFF THAT REALLY, TRULY ENCAPSULATES YOUR THINKPAN AND DESCRIBES YOUR PSYCHE WRAPPED IN A NEAT LITTLE BOW. IM RUNNING SOME NUMBERS.
I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER LIKED THAT PALE SALLOW-FACED HUMAN ACTOR. NO MORE. PAST KARKAT NEEDS TO BE STRUNG UP AND TRIED. IN THAT ORDER. POSTHUMOUSLY.
YOU KNOW WHAT. NO. I CHANGED MY MIND. JOHN CUSACK, YOU ARE NO LONGER MY TYPE. PAST KARKAT WAS VULNERABLE IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS, AND HE MAKES ME SERIOUSLY WANT TO WEEP ACTUAL PUKE OUT OF MY GANDERBULBS JUST LOOKING AT THAT CONFESSION. GOODBYE FOREVER JOHN CUSACK EXCEPT FOR IN SERENDIPITY, YOU CAGEY SMIRK-TORTURED BILGESACK. JOHN BILGESACK. NICE. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/A4FF18BF81C7.JPEG
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE WAY JOHN CUSACK LOOKS. SHUT THE HELL UP.















