Can't the Bitch Count?

seems a little unfair that I’ll never have my portrait made by John Singer Sargent. I would have been really good at it. there’d be just a hint of canny amusement in my gaze toward the viewer and everything

[hunched trembling in a dark corner with a knife] I can be normal about normal things and I can prove it

Hey @aquentinblakeillustration !

no tv show will ever be able to resolve a m/m/f love triangle as perfectly and as weirdly as Hannibal, in which the woman kisses one of the guys, sleeps with the other one, then decides "actually, never mind, you're both awful!" and marries a rich lesbian instead - and, while this is all going on, the guys develop a weird homoerotic obsession with each other culminating in them going off a cliff together. truly unhinged and unmatched

#rickman has the tragic bearing of a man aware that there’s a fanlore page devoted entirely to his character’s dick #this is a dude who has been asked to autograph zines with names like “purple mountain majesties” #he gives iconic performances of shakespeare knowing 20% of his audience is thinking about the mak'tar triple prostate hypothesis #galaxy quest (via @deadpanwalking)