Asides

I’ll share one:

If I’d known better when I got clotheslined by Ray Bradbury’s The Veldt at age ten, I would’ve leaned into being an author, sooner. He said he’d carried those lions with him since the age of ten when I finally looked into it. I even wrote a book in fifth grade. About some crazed princess. Vaguely recall it. But clear as day I see the drawing of her being victorious at the end of it. It was standard “draw princess” style. I think that is where all that( and the standard puppy stuff) stopped.

Imma bite the bullet &watch the tentacles scene. Even tho the admonition that those dark hot boys that make your crazy ass all randy do tend to have Cthullus just under the surface is allegorically giving all the fumes… maybe I’ll be fiiine. That work Lee Daniel’s did on Cusack just hurt my mitochondria sooo badly🤣 but I ain’t no punk.

The Angel, bout to rip of the Butcher bandaid.

I’d kill every single one of yas for Lord Vaako, Judge Dredd, Eomer, Bones, his Ceasar… he just picks the temperament spread of my animus alll the time. I do not know How he does it! God. I’d sacrifice every one of yas! Into the volcano! Baby’s gotta fly~

Btwn him and Csokas, OH my fucking …God.

…just saying lol. I truly Can’t watch the Boys. Like…I can’t. He’s just gaaaah.

Phillip Foot is the real baddie, head-wise. She didn’t just want to kill everyone trapped IN the trolley problem. She wanted to watch the performative “ethical squirming” of all those who submitted themselves To the problem and were openly tortured by it’s insolvability…