Over Allen? Fuck yes. Twice on Sundays.
Over Allen? Fuck yes. Twice on Sundays.
I made it a bit further but yeah, basically. This is sickening. (Although I did literally LOL at the line that asserted Trump would NEVER make such an absurd statement if he didn’t know it to be true.)
It was noted:
You could just hear the thought in his head “JFC, get this thing off me, I am NOT gonna pull a Durst.”
‘K.
How else is she supposed to support her family? Would you prefer she stay on welfare?
“... I promise that my history lesson won’t be dry.”
I am, and I would. In a heartbeat.
Y’all but listen! She fell yesterday, then went home, then later experienced “SOME DISCOMFORT” so she was all “yeah, OK, fine, I guess I should get this looked at.” I mean! She’s the OG BAMF! Had this been me, I’d have been crying for my dead mama and begging for morphine.
G-d bless you for your service.
I have one word for you, as a reluctant and chronic-pain-dealing rehab’d attic dweller: Instacart. I could literally not eat otherwise, except pay out the nose for Grubhub deliveries. It turned out to be cheaper than getting an Uber to the store, and I don’t have to cart heavy bags up two flights ever again. I won’t…
Ah, thanks.
I ... don’t know what any of that means. I mean, I know the individual words but ...
Right? I think it’s the difference between terror and horror. Terror to me is the immediate sensation of fear, usually physical in nature. The guy jumping out with the knife. But horror has this deep empathetic aspect where you’re grieving what’s happening to a fictional character. This was SO MUCH horror. And it’s…
EXACTLY. I can think of only one other pop culture moment that affected me this way - reading Liz Gilbert’s The Signature of All Things, at one particular moment immediately after the heroine’s wedding, I could not sleep. I actually had to go outside so as not to wake up my kid and sob on the porch at 2 in the…
I love the family drama aspect of this iteration. It makes the terror so much more compelling. I guess if you’re more into slasher-type scares, it probably would seem slow. For me, it’s the best horror I’ve seen in ages. But I’m a wuss with the gory stuff.
I think it’s excellent, particularly in the storytelling. The characters are believably flawed and I swear I know all these people, or versions of them. Episode 5 in particular completely wrecked me. And those long monologue-tales, they too seem perfectly believable for these characters in these heightened…
This episode - especially the last few minutes - purely did me in, y’all. Emotionally, I mean. Just — stick a fork in me, I’m done. This fucking house! Poor Nellie.
It’s pretty clear to me that she never had sleep paralysis at all. What they’re showing *isn’t* sleep paralysis, and isn’t supposed to be.
Seconded.