i hope they show this film in acting school or whatever (you’re not allowed to graduate with a degree in tension until you can blink like jake gyllenhaal).

do not cite the deep magic (self-important ‘grittiness’ of art) to me, witch (you pretentious asshole). i was there when it was written (on tumblr when i was thirteen).

oh yeah… this one made my tummy fucking hurt.

“call me jupe.” uh yeah, that was the final straw. the entire writers’ room needs fired. privileges REVOKED.

i truly believe cher is a witch because every time she opens her mouth, i become deeply mesmerized. forget stanley tucci, they should’ve cast me to tell her how brilliant she is.

babydoll is so nier: automata-lollipop chainsaw-american mcgee's alice coded (i love her sm).

ya’ll can’t keep getting away with labeling a movie “monster fucking cinema” when he’s a human for 90% of it. why can’t he look like the dragon people from baldur’s gate 3 when he’s chillin’? this guy was just another sarah j. maas (derogatory) character. i’m hurt, guys, i really am.

(although, if i had abs like that, i’d also never wear a shirt and do a dragon hulk-out just to flex them so… i’m considering.)

you’d think a slasher where a chainsmoking final girl anakin skywalkers her serial killer ex-boyfriend would be so much more entertaining… alas! not a single golden chainsaw in this whole movie.

i knew that mary was going to absolutely kill it the second she rolled up to barbie’s vaginal surgery wearing heels. 

as always, women in STEM doing the nastiest jobs while still looking cunty representation is appreciated in this household.

julie, girl, for someone with a gun, you get saved by your undead boyfriend an awful lot (i say as i push my hair behind my ear, “accidentally” drop my weapon, and bat my eyelashes at my zombie lover).

mmmm i love a little mermaid retelling where men die in grotesque ways. very poetic, very chaotic.