if i had a dollar for every time ang lee made me cry utilizing the gut-punching power of yearning, i’d have two dollars. it’s not a lot, but like, what the fuck is your problem, man?

what were the jeans in this movie made of? divine intervention? were they stitched by angels?

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

he’s a loser in the beginning AND is still a loser at the end and you chose to RE-MARRY him?? GIRL! he still doesn’t have a car and is in massive amounts of debt???? but hey, at least your random museum in florida has all of spain’s lost treasure!

great, now i’m going to have to ask my boyfriend if he’d still love me if i were a hawk and he were a wolf and we had to rely on a dopey loser with a brooklyn accent who somehow escaped a medieval prison to return us to our human forms in order to seek revenge on the extremely corrupt priest that did this to us. thanks a lot, richard donner.

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.

man, i really do adore fred’s tight ascot-less polo fit <3 this era was genuinely so iconic!!

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

“your touch is worth a hundred thousand deaths” is seared into my fucking temporal lobe, omg???

had to discover new ways to self-soothe after watching brendan fraser fight terribly cgi-ed dwayne johnson.

you know the protagonists SUCK when i start rooting for the cockblocking murderers.

listen, rick o’connell forever has me squealing and kicking my feet… but i’d sacrifice my life for evelyn carnahan (please don’t read from that cursed egyptian book, queen, you’re so sexy aha).