movie monday: the avengers which is actually mostly me babbling and also links to pandora radio stations i made for each character :3
movie monday: the avengers which is actually mostly me babbling and also links to pandora radio stations i made for each character :3
i wrote a really intense open letter to amc theatres.
I REALLY LIKE THAT ONE EVE 6 SONG THAT WAS SUPER POPULAR IN 1998 AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR ANYONE ELSE CAN DO ABOUT IT!
dude i think about that song so much that i evenblogged about it once
so i haven’t been linking them here, but i have been writing/trying to get caught up on the 31 days of festive-ass flicks and you can find all of the ones i’ve posted so far right here. this gif is my favorite thing i’ve made so far in the process.
love actually features three separate incidences of holiday toplessness and though they’re enjoyable! they are not my primary reason for loving this one
brushing my hair makes me SO UNHAPPY. like, i start and give up at least three times before i get through it all. hate it hate it hate it. i miss when my hair was short enough that i didn’t have to brush it all.
also, i got behind on writing the festive-ass flicks write-ups and i am suffering for it ugh. here is a post about how nothing like the holidays is nothing like a holiday movie.
you guys, if you like war and death and brotherly angst and breasts mixed in with your christmas I HAVE GOT THE MOVIE FOR YOU. also, i now want to take every movie scene where someone sings operatically and dub over it with ke$sha. (also, i liked making that top picture so much that i went back and made a second, more ~official~ one to edit into the blog loooool.)
you guys, scrooged gave me some weird traumas as a kid. read all about it, kind of.
you guys, the night the grinch was born his moms were having a key party aka i blogged about the live-action how the grinch stole christmas and you should go read about it
you guys, facebook messed up my tags and now the pictures i just uploaded SAY they are tagged with my name/face, but are not showing up in my tagged pictures and i am SO CLOSE TO FREAKING OUT because i am REALLY INTENSE IN THE WORST WAYS. i have retagged them like nine times and i have only resisted deleting and reuploading this long because there are a couple that are older that i noticed were missing tags too and i don’t want to have to figure out what is messed up then save, delete, reupload, and try tagging again. OH MY GOD I HATE THAT THIS IS BOTHERING ME SO MUCH. I NEED TO GET IN BED NOW.
ANYWAY, this is what i looked like in the snow on saturday. i don’t own any clothes, really, so i am wearing: ankle socks, chenille striped socks, worn to hell leather converse high tops, leggings, cut off jean shorts, a purple tank top, a long sleeve shirt, and a fleece blazer, a pink scarf/pashmina. and fingerless gloves. i had to stay on the deck because if i walked in the snow, i would fall down. i win.
but anyway, i am so cute in this picture i want to do myself. not that that’s a particularly new sentiment.
you guys go follow this blog. it’s basically my new favorite one because they just reblogged a bunch of pictures of me so right now it looks like fatashwearingsweaters.tumblr.com
i just watched this for the first time the other day and wrote all about it and how it’s really an example of focault’s idea of docile bodies. oh shit i got my academia in my holiday movies!
(via fuckyeahsantaclause)
we went to see a very harold and kumar 3d christmas last night and i liked the baby on drugs and also amir blumenfeld’s face [that is a link to mah blog, you should click on it]. i spent a lot of it thinking about how he and chris marquette should play brothers who do dumb shit and get in trouble.
these are my super scientific and detailed notes from watching miracle on 34th street which, spoiler alert, turned out to be super good! extra, extra, read all about it
the first day of festive-ass flicks is live! and it has a really embarrassing story about me at the end, were i the kind of person to have shame: ~check it out~