Yomeil

every girl wants to get in a vehicle and flip 3-6 switches overhead in the process of turning it on

More things should be operated with big thumb switches and knobs and dials and shit.

A cat is a machine that turns proteins into violence.

Look I don't think Supergirl (2026) is secretly a perfect masterpiece or anything (I personally thought it was like. a 6/10 fun time) but I do think it's wild that Tumblr isn't going crazy for it because this Kara is one coattailed suit away from being a Tumblr sexyman. she is the flawed messy female character people have supposedly been clamouring for. she's the popular archetype of a gruff self-destructive alcoholic middle-aged man begrudgingly having to look after a kid and growing fond of them but genderswapped and also 23. she's allowed to be visibly messy and kind of gross and her hair is constantly all over the place and she literally cries, screams, throws up, and pisses onscreen. she's caustic and mean and puts up an act of carelessness but has a heart of gold. she's heavily traumatised and coping with it terribly. if anything happens to her dog she will kill everyone in this room and then herself. she spends most of the movie in a trench coat and baggy band T-shirt. she gets into bar brawls and breaks a guy's hand. she is Going Through It 24/7 and looks the part. she stabs a guy in the throat. how is everyone else not obsessed with her.

WHY HAS ZAGREUS LEFT ME WITH TWO TORTURED SITUATIONSHIPS TO FIX FUCK ME THIS GUY NEEDS LESS EXES WHO HATE HIM

by the way i am pretty sure isabelle button (née higham) was known to be a kind, but wistful woman. they stopped counting the times she was sent to the coast because of her melancholia and every time she came back she just seemed more haunted than before. matter of fact, she always seemed to be looking for something or someone, be that in the eyes of her husband, her children's faces or the garden and the halls of button house. she was a loving wife, mother and lady of the house, but there was always something missing for her, someone she couldn't find when she entered a room and before she died, she would sleepwalk at night, sometimes calling for someone who possibly couldn’t be there anymore.