I’ll have a grieveburger and cries and also two unhappy meals for the kids
I’ve been thinking a lot about The Musketeers lately. That should probably come as no surprise to anyone whose glanced at my blog in the last few weeks. And I’ve been having some thinks about race and representation and what that means for a non-white British woman who really, really enjoys her historical drama. And I’ve come to the conclusion that while I love The Musketeers with a burning, intense passion, I’m not… happy.
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital
That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it
it was easyseries 2 was going to be this excruciatingly painful