No

don't cry because it's over. attack. attack everything around you. do spin attacks

it's incredible how a really good movie can feel like just the right length but also like it's not remotely long enough.

markiplier release an iron lung dvd and you will be reincarnated as a lotus flower

Simon saying "fuck that" to literally every other problem was so real of him. He really felt like one of the top five horror movie protagonists that I've watched. Cursing up a storm seeing the dark crawlspace for the first time. Labelling the map with stuff like "buncha rocks" and "alien shit". Drinking the rubbing alcohol like it's the last liquor shot he's gonna get before deployment. Wasting almost all of his tape just trying keep that damn button taped down. The more I think about him the more I'm delighted by him. Mark played him so damn well

stop asking if it was good or not. the important thing is that he was filthy and sopping wet and miserable. and he had a slutty little sports bra on.

Mark is not a masochist, he just wanted to be flung around multiple times, break his nose, get hospitalised from getting blood in his eyes and almost drown in a pool of blood to see how much he can handle for a film.

"What were you doing at the devils sacrament" jarking my whole thing off. Next quiestuon.