Oi! I'm writing over here!

I think Iron Lung deserves to be Oscar nominated for the makeup and I'm completely serious. Tiny splashes of blood he didn't know to clean off because he doesn't have a mirror slowly turn into burns and then holes in Simon's head and you don't notice at all until it's too late. You think, oh, that must have been a burn all along, I guess, that's why it was still there. The bandages get bloodied, and then bloodier from the inside. Keeping makeup like that consistent at all is already a nightmare and they made it an arching plot point. The only makeup job I didn't care for was at the very, very end, and it's for the usual "building on top of because you can't take away from the surface" reasons, it's completely fine from this size production.

"oh boy, i hope i don't get found by any ~dangerous crow boys~ whose job it is to ~destroy plastic~" i say as i walk into the fey woods, neglecting to realize my outfit is 100% cotton thread

i just destroyed every road that leads to rome

I love meringue cookies so much it's like eating drywall that loves you

the trump administration is not beating the antichrist allegations

this is still top tier comedy today

what if i just rest my eyes for a second

what if i just check out whats going on under this cozy blankie for like a minute. two minute

oh no