Don't listen to sad music when you're hormonal.
Someone drum this into my head, please?
Experienced my very first Ophthalmic Migraine yesterday.
...
Weird.
Very weird.
Although, strangely preferable to the skull-splitting bastard born ones i normally get.
With those you've only got two options:
Puke or sleep.
I'm a sleeper.
Shock and horror.
Trying to contain a dopey grin whilst listening to this in front of people.
Poe normally doesn't do much for me.
No stirring of bones or shivering of skins.
But i think perhaps i hadn't experienced it in the right way yet.
The spoken way.
The Ben Whishaw way.
Taken from the Poetica podcast, Tides
What DC does best.
Awesome trailers resulting in mediocre movies.
Sigh.
"Let's tango, bitch."
...
Lifetime. Made.
It's impossible to find this and it's bumming me out.
Fair warning, here be spoilers.
If you haven't seen season 3 - poor, unfortunate souls that i'm one of gahhhh i can't wait until December just shoot me already - stop watching at exactly 2:30.
But continue to revel in the fact that oh holy balls we're in Manhunter territory!
Frances Dolarhyde is my man and Brian Cox is the second best Hannibal that ever did live to chow down on human folk.
Hopkins can suck it.
I
Cannot
Freaking
Wait
!
Cannot
Freaking
Wait
!
"Ya look like Gelfling...
[sniffs]
SMELL like Gelfling...
[sniffs]
Maybe y'ARE Gelfling!"
Oh, Aughra
Crimson Peak
I can't decide which colour i prefer.
Either way, holy shit.
DD strikes again.
via BOOOOOOOM!
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