lee /late twenties/she/her /libertarian warriorcat. I think that my loosey-goosey soul will go to Hell, where the Devil will torment me forever, but it won’t bother me because I roll with the punches. I believe maybe my mother will sometimes think of me and say, “My child is in Heaven,” and my terrible ghost will appear to her in the dark and say, “No. I am in Hell with the Devil, but I don’t care.”
I just know that when Romeo and Juliet premiered two ye olde girlies in the pit at intermission were like didst thou see the sparks betwixt Tybalt and mercutio… aye and not from their swords alone!
my view for the bob dylan biopic: it ends right after the newport festival. bobs “gone electric” and is planning a tour. roll credits. then. marvel-type post credits scene. the camera follows him as he opens a door (timothee didnt come back to film this one in post) and pans to a group rehearsing. the tall one turns around, revealing garrishly cgi de-aged robbie robertson. “hi” he says imploringly. “we’re the band you asked about?” CUT TO BLACK
Ser Jaime tossed a kiss to some woman in the commons, gently lowered his visor, and rode to the end of the lists.
(…)
Jaime Lannister was back on his feet, but his ornate lion helmet had been twisted around and dented in his fall, and now he could not get it off. The commons were hooting and pointing, the lords and ladies were trying to stifle their chuckles, and failing, and over it all Ned could hear King Robert laughing, louder than anyone. Finally, they had to lead the Lion of Lannister off to a blacksmith, blind and stumbling.
crit role fandom is off the shits in ways I can’t comprehend and I don’t even have to be in the fandom to know this. every CR drama I have the displeasure of tangentially encountering is a labyrinthine web of bizarre allegations that seemingly have nothing behind them but stretch on forever. The cast has cultivated such an intensely parasocial connection with their fanbase that people act like they’ve had their house broken into and every piece of furniture removed like that scene in the fresh prince of bel air every time roy mustang or jaina proudmore or whoever the fuck is on that show does something with their character that rustles their jimmies. I saw fanart rolling in as the first episode of C3 was premiering for characters that had been revealed literal minutes ago - the kind of insane turnaround normally only seen from pokemon porn artists when a new female character drops. no one seems even the slightest bit perturbed by the fact that every epsisode is four hours long, that’s just a normal amount of content to both watch on a weekly basis and get caught up on. I’m never sure if I’m horrified or in awe
