I am so done with this week.

The Black Cauldron’s Horned King scared the crap out of me when I saw it in theaters. Nightmare fodder for years.

I want Chloe’s mom to show up and be like, “Honey. We need to talk about your dad.”

I would do terrible things for a live action Sparhawk.

You may be prematurely grateful.

I'm resigned to my fate. And if you root for the sexy bad guys then you don't get hurt as badly when the heroes perish.

Two hours and 46 minutes of “an emotional horror” film. My feels are not going to survive Civil War and probably neither are my favorite characters.

He's as enthusiastic as Mackie. 🙂

I can think of one other actor that might get one of those scripts too.

Shirt allergies are nothing to laugh at. Sometimes his wee nipples get chills. Think of the poor nips!

Queer or no queer. There is no TRY Abrams.

Right back at ya!

They better get this guy back too.

YEEEEESSSSSSSS!

I didn’t know about the Crossbones mask and now I’m seriously torn between waiting for that hypothetical figure or splurging on Cap.

I am so sad that we won’t get to see the Purge mobile again, but the costuming looks amazing and of course, Frank Grillo’s WTF expression as he realizes that he has to protect yet another innocent with even less weapons.

Wee severed baby feet arrows.

Warriana, Stars and Garters and The Fallen Archer. “Welcome neighbors!”

Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

I'm only watching for the Dimples. And biceps. And oh my gosh, is it hot in here?