I’d make the argument that Osteen is not bland but really, really disturbing.

I’ve seen both, and the UK ending is more disturbing. It’s just absolutely without hope. The US ending serves one purpose—it opens the door to the sequel.

Yes, the very small but utterly inexplicable events that just got bigger and bigger. I mean, there’s nothing inherently scary about a door closing a few inches and then opening a few inches--it’s the implications behind that subtle motion. What’s doing it? It shouldn’t be happening.

Yup. My first reaction when I clicked the article link and saw the picture was “Is...is that her face? For real?” She looks like a Dick Tracy villain.

And then, of course, there’s Patrick Hockstetter, the scariest human in the King canon. He’s King’s Terminator—he can’t be bargained with. He can’t be reasoned with. He doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And he absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead. Good thing the winged conchiglioni-shaped leeches…

MY. HEART.

That said, The Prydain Chronicles, from which the bastardized Black Cauldron was formed, absolutely deserves a faithful, appropriately modest in budget and scale Disney+ series.

I have a mental apartment where everything is just so and just how I want it and his stupid table/dustcatcher is nowhere to be found.

@00:40—”I’m never washin’ this hand!”
@00:44—”Am I in a dream right now?”

I have known short men, men with bad skin, men who went bald in their 20s, unambitious men. To a one, all of them who genuinely liked women ended up in a long-term partnership.

Meatdaggering booties? LOl... I have no words.

I am so glad Arya said no to Gendry.

Jaime did her a kindness—he knows he’s not coming back from KL and if he had been honest, Brienne would have died, too.

It was VERY STRESSFUL. I was exhaling through my mouth the whole time.

Seconded. My dad was a “Sunday driver” in the sense that after church, he and my mom and I would go on long, meandering drives through the wilds of Chester County PA with no destination in mind—he’d purposefully get “lost” and we found wonders. I remember once during a summer drive we came upon a thicket of…

Brienne. Not Brianne. SER FUCKING BRIENNE OF TARTH.

Also profit.

I’ve always said that the only people who should buy beachfront homes are the people who can afford to lose those homes. It’s a matter of “when,” not “if.”

His little “oo” at the end just slays me.

But what does Brienne of Tarth want? The last 10 seconds of this interview makes me laugh SO HARD.