45 silver worms in a trenchcoat

deleted scene of le morte d’arthur where arthur watches his sword sink into the lake and mourns that his medieval age is collapsing

they say you shouldn't trust your bad thoughts after 9pm and that's true but imo there is an Afternoon Vortex that you have to watch out for too. before 2:30 the day still has promise, things could still get done. after 4 the (email job) workday is almost over. 2:47 pm? watch out. a bleak and evil desert of the soul may lie before you

compiling a list of men yearning with such naked desperation it feels all but indecent. darcy you have bewitched me body and soul obviously, anakin if you’re suffering as much as i am please tell me, laurie confessing his love to jo in little women, you said i killed you—haunt me then. open to suggestions of course

I really agree with the people who said the intimacy/trust/appeal is inherent to all performance and nature of theater as a medium and even more impressive when it’s not comedy but the reason I bring up improv is that even a good improviser is just going to do something bad wretched idiotic scene-ruining once in a while and they just have to trust their comedy partner to save them in that moment. It’s the performance equivalent of stabbing yourself in the stomach and expecting the other guy (gn) to patch you to. Inherently romantic

it’s a really strange sensation when i read or watch something and it is like the issue here is i am sensing some deep chord of what i would name a misogynistic contempt, but in a way where i know the evidence will simply never be “convincing” enough for people who don’t feel it. and people do not have to feel it, to agree with the feeling. but the response to this is usually so scornful - you are hysterical if you are picking up on this. you’re crazy. show me the exact frame that proves it. but i do feel also with something as subterranean and vast and old and structuring and constant and inescapable and strange as misogyny and the other foundational oppressions of liiiiike our whole society there is a felt excess that sometimes exceeds what can be defined with language where all the classic means of evidence simply sort of fail in the face of what ultimately is an unpleasant feeling. exactly because i think unpleasant feeling itself, like the work a feeling of, say, contempt, can do in the world, is the means through which so much of the wordless processes of misogyny and other bigotries are advanced. so.

Six the musical is like if some college students wrote generic pop songs about the six wives of Henry the eight where there’s no plot except it takes six women 90 minutes to realize women shouldn’t be mean to each other. And that’s because that’s exactly what it is which is so fine and even good for a college project….but we need to empty that broadway theatre and get those ladies in something good

it’s simple: when I like an adaptation, everyone complaining about changes to the text is a whiny baby who needs to get over themselves and accept that sometimes you have to change the story to enrich the experience/work within the medium. when I don’t like an adaptation, it’s because nobody else understands the core themes of the original work and would be better off just creating a story independent of what they’re trying to adapt.

one time i was making potato soup and i needed broth for it but i was out of broth. but in my dog food cabinet there was a carton of chicken broth that i had bought for my dog. now the box did say HUMAN GRADE and the ingredients were just bog standard chicken broth. it did say something about joint health for dogs on there. but the ingredients were normal. i even compared the ingredients list to some normal person broth and they were the same. so i did put dog broth in that soup and it did taste completely normal. but i did use the dog broth.

all you new fandom members need to QUIET DOWN oh my god you're going to get us KILLED. we're happy to have you but if you keep talking about BULLSHIT like PUBLISHING fanfic for MONEY, Anne Rice is going to come back from the dead to KILL US. looking at YOU, maurauders fans, heated rivalry fans, byler fans...out here giving out interviews to news channels SHUT UP. we're going to have to start setting off firecrackers to keep the rent down.

My toxic trait is that if I find a product I like I want to keep using the same product forever. It's not even brand loyalty. It's called stop changing and discontinuing everything.

big fan of when characters meet another version of themselves and their first instinct is to literally physically kill their doppelganger with their own two hands. which could mean absolutely nothing.