That was my first thought! And I also thought that Orlando Bloom looked like a younger Kyle MacLachlan.

Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Is it because it looks like an upside-down uterus?

Dude looks like a bad John Travolta cosplayer.

There was a great comment I saw on tumblr that lead to an equally great thread of comments that I thought would make a great Discworld primer, so I rewrote the points in a form that answers the question:

What book should I start with? What’s your favourite book?

I always assumed that if there were a live-action film of Lancre, Granny would have to be played by Maggie Smith. Objections? Is she too hoity-toity for it?

A server once splashed beer on my jacket and arm while handing it to me. He was extremely apologetic. Because I am extremely clumsy, I just I told him, “It doesn’t really matter if it was you or me, that beer was going to end up on me at some point. No worries.”

Word. I’m so put off by the “personal branding” language because it assumes that my humanity can be summed up as a brand. And brands, keep in mind, are intentionally simple, not complex. And they’re almost always positive. Brands are used to sell us things, which means they are used to convince us of the inherent…

I never saw it, because by the time it was released I could tell by the marketing how little it had to do with the books. Plus, I heard they took all the Arthurian mythos out of it, and without that what’s the point? It would be cool if, say, PBS or somebody could get ahold of the rights and do a miniseries based on…

While I certainly don’t disagree with people saying that things like Avatar: TLA and various comic book adaptations are awful, my argument would be at least those kept SOMETHING of the source material close to its core. The Dark Is Rising books were some of my favourite as a child; a bit more dark and with more depth…

A shitty black dye job, an ugly necklace made of chains and plastic, and a gross, much older boyfriend? Are we sure Sansa’s not a high school junior who works at Hot Topic?

I’m sort of imagining Stampy from the Simpsons but with Michael C. Hall’s Dexter hair.

For fucks sake. When I was young, even if I didn’t want to go to a classmates party, my parents dragged me there anyways. Some days aren’t about you. Plus, you get cake. Go to the party!

Sucks for the parents of the kids who didn’t want to go. They missed a teachable moment here.

Why would you let your child be this cruel and turn down this poor child’s party? WHY ARE PEOPLE BAGS OF DICKS!?

And then ‘e said, “What the bloody ‘ells an ‘edge’og?”

I wonder if Mr. Teatime is based off of Jesse Pomeroy. (The eye, boyish, sadist personality, etc)

My dream house will contain this: