Blossom Bubbles And Buttercup Have Dedicated Their Lives To Fighting Crime And The Forces Of Evil

red wine supernovaaa ❤️🧡🤍🩷

"other onscreen wife nicholas braun" matthew macfadyen, tomgreg truther.

TED LASSO (3x11) I’m guilty. Sorry, Jamie.

he’s a 10 but he broke his penis once and won’t shut the fuck up about it

"Not all men..."

Yeah your right José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal would never treat me like this

Roman being desperate for Gerris comfort, but not being able to communicate it. Roman being in denial until he has seen Logan’s body… this episode fucking ruined me

roman as the child who suffered the most overt abuse at logan’s hand growing up…roman who finally seemed to be coming to a place where he might be ready to confront logan head on, who left that angry voicemail after having to knife gerri on logan’s orders and hating himself while doing it…roman being the only child who forgot to say “i love you” to logan in his dying moments…roman who could only use the language of violence and strength and lies when saying his final words to logan (“you’re going to be okay because you’re a monster")…roman being the only one who felt like he HAD to go see logan’s body…i am Feeling Things™

They are canon

tom and shiv still not being able to move beyond their betrayals of each other vs tom immediately forgiving greg and still choosing to protect him and bring him along with him and even goes as far as to claim him as his. REALLY MAKES YOU THINK!

everyone has been so smart and eloquent about Nope, about the spectacle and the horror & thrill of being "seen", about the "bad miracle" and all its moral implications, and I wanna faff about it too, but what I'm mostly thinking about is how we are both the animal and the technology.

that first "moving picture" of the black man on the horse, the precursor - the "ancestor" - is not just about film and art and entertainment and exploitation and anonymity, but also about the way we are both the jockey and its visual representation, because we inhabit both modes of being: we are riders and hunters, but we also project ourselves into the beyond, into art, film, pictures, technology, artificial intelligence, residing somewhere between the animal and technological. The siblings don't manage to defeat the beast by becoming it or taming it, or by outsmarting it with technology. It's a mixture of both and neither, it's something in between, it's Emerald on a bike and OJ on a horse and the tandem of nature and machine, biology and construct - just like jean jacket.

in that sense, the classical question of "who is the real alien" becomes redundant in this movie. We, all of us, are "not of planet earth", we are literally "out of this world", both inside it and beyond it, we are as strange and maddening as the creature in the sky, devouring everything in our path. our bowels are the camera obscura, and we're constantly feeding, processing, producing content, part sitcom, part horror show, we are the shoe standing up, we too are a bad miracle