peanut butter vibes

RIP Robert Redford. Imagine passing away and people's first reaction being to post pics of you looking insanely hot. Icon.

i’m taking a history class about fascism for fun, but we have our first quiz today and suddenly I am acutely aware of why I was an anxious little gremlin in college. My brain truly cannot distinguish between academic tests and a bear charging straight at me. Same level of threat. I’m so glad to be out of school and in the workforce now oh my god it’s so much less stressful.

If I didn’t ace that thing then I either fundamentally did not understand what the professors wanted (highly unlikely), or the expectations are way too fuckin high (also unlikely). LFG!!!

Thing number 36183 that drives me insane about Quint from Jaws, is that in the last scene the three have together, as they're getting ready to send Hooper down, to what Quint undoubtedly thinks is a certain and preventable death (that was caused, in his mind by his own inability to conquer the monster that's haunted him all his life) he never even looks at Hooper. Brody helps him into the cage, talks with him, takes his glasses, but Quint can't- the whole time he's looking at the horizon, looking for the shark. Do you think that was on his mind when they pulled that cage back up and Hooper was gone- his fears all but confirmed? Do you think it was on his mind as the boat went under, dooming him and Brody to the same? Do you think Quint died believing not only that Hooper was dead too, but that it was his fault and he had wasted the last moments they would ever be in each other's lives doing the same damn thing he had been doing every day since the Indianapolis - looking for the shark?