KILLING A MAN AT A WEDDING? [OLENNA OLLIES OVER CERSEI’S HEAD AND HIGHFIVES MARG AS SHE LANDS] WHAT SORT OF MONSTER WOULD DO SUCH A THING??
i absolutely love frozen but there are a couple of problems with it that i have never hesitated to speak about. my main beef with the movie is that the cast is made up entirely of white, (presumed) cishet, ablebodied, thin characters. it could do with a lot more poc and you know me, i think every movie and tv show and book ever needs to queer it up. disney stripped the original fairytale of most of its female characters, all of its poc characters, and added in not one, but two unnecessary heterosexual romantic subplots and i’m pretty irked about that.
other than that, i have a couple of minor complaints about the story and writing. elsa didn’t get enough screentime, i think the trolls are extremely out of place, most of the relationships were underdeveloped. especially anna and elsa’s relationship - the movie is supposed to be about sisters, but i feel that the writers spent too much time focusing on anna’s journey with kristoff and
underdeveloping a rather bland romantic subplot when they could have spent that time showing us more about how the sisters feel, and especially how elsa feels, about their constant separation and isolation from each other.
have you ever had a friend who is literally like your soul mate but like in a friendship way like you are so compatible and perfect for each other like idk
"former queen regent. that’s you, I mean. literally so former. lol cersei have I mentioned lately that you are no longer queen. no? let’s just bring that up again"
Color studies at two in the morning. I think I overdosed on cheap English Breakfast tea again.
peter parker’s job is literally selling his selfies to the daily bugle
"Even when I had nothing, I still had Bucky."
- Things I'm bad at: singing
- Things I do a lot: sing
i feel my american-bred sense of entitlement the most when i get annoyed that the ‘united states’ is sorted in alphabetical order on a drop down menu and not just listed at the top
Bucky Barnes screamed himself hoarse on that table and screamed falling off that train. He screamed when they programmed him and screamed and screamed until he isn’t Bucky Barnes anymore, not really. He is still screaming, a trapped rat running around a labyrinthine machine, clawing at the doors and running into dead ends. He has been screaming for seventy years.