everything and anything.

truly the wildest thing about all the Bridgerton discourse about "is Nicola Coughlan too FAT to be a convincing love interest???" is that in many ways she actually looks better in the period costumes than her thinner counterparts because she has the figure to really fill them out. those dresses are incredibly flattering on larger bodies because they emphasise the bust and cleavage whilst creating a very elegant silhouette. there's something unintentionally hilarious about hearing pearl-clutching in the distance over "idk is this FAT WOMAN sexy enough to be believable as an object of lust??" whilst Penelope Featherington's majestic heaving bosoms are almost spilling out of her dress in a category 5 titty event. if anything she's too sexy. they had to spend the first two seasons putting her in ugly dresses in a desperate attempt to conceal the fact that she's serving more cunt than the entire itty bitty titty committee combined

benoit blanc had the right idea with his version of swearing. the comedic genius of saying things like ‘fiddlesticks’ and ‘lord help us’ is enough in itself, but paired with the occasional ‘MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS’ at the exact right moment, i am truly enraptured. i will begin using this method immediately

"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

I need to wake up in 2.5 hours to go to the airport but this post is more important than sleep: there is only one time I think Glass Onion should have crossed over with Knives Out and that’s a scene right after Helen agrees to impersonate Andy whereupon Blanc pulls up to Marta’s mansion, explains the situation, and politely asks her if, having dealt with the Thrombeys, she has any advice to help Helen be a “rich bitch”? One montage, a haircut, and a suitcase of dresses from one of the Thrombeys’ old wardrobes later, Marta happily sips her coffee and waves from the balcony as Blanc and Helen drive off to go to dinner and discuss their mission.