‘What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.’
— Jane Austen in a letter to her sister dated 18th September 1796
since star wars canonically exists in the mcu, do you think nick fury ever watched the phantom menace, saw mace windu, and was like “huh”
Peter: Mr. Stark I need a rocket ship ASAP
Tony: what, why?? Where are you going???
Peter, crying: It’s the Curiosity Rover’s birthday and he has to sing happy birthday all by himself on Mars and thats sad
Tony, already building a rocket: Say no more
Peter and Tony: *arrive and hop out of there rocket, only to see shuri in a super high tech space suit, holding cupcakes, and standing next to T’challa in his black panther suit because of course shuri made it so it could withstand a vaccum*
T’challa: she made me come here. It’s not too late for you if you run.
Tony, who loves all robots so fucking much: Ummmm why would we leave
Peter, holding up a gift: yeah, we brought presents!!!!
Shuri: yeah!!!!!!
T’challa, sighing: oh my god
Can you imagine how fucking wild ladies must have gone for the rejection in pride and prejudice right after it was first published. This guy’s making ten thousand a year and her family is expecting her to find accommodation for herself sooner rather than later and STILL Lizzie is like “no. No. True love only. And also while I’ve got you here please accept my invitation to fuck off.” I would’ve lost my damn gourd, I would’ve gone bonkers. And group chats didn’t exist so you’d just have to hope your friends were as far into the book as you so you could meet at the village green to throw a fucking riot
Pacific Northwest Gothic
– An old fisherman once told you, “When you wander these woods, it’s like being lost in your own soul.” Maybe that’s why you feel dead eyes watching you from behind the trees.
– Visitors complain that the sun rarely unveils itself from the clouds and mist, and you laugh quietly. The fools. They do not understand that there are certain things not meant to be seen by the light of day.
– The morning fog slowly covers your campsite. When it dissipates, your friend’s tent is missing. How many came on this camping trip? it was always one, wasn’t it? …Wasn’t it?
– The mountain is out. It is closer today. Try not to wonder how many homes it had to swallow to get there.
– The crows gather on the trees and buildings. You start counting, 1, 2, 3, 4, but there are too many to count. They gather as one, they fly off as one. That is why they will survive and you will not. Their feathers block out the light.
– “Have you been to the Seattle Art Museum?” Someone asks. You pretend not to have heard. What a strange thing to hear from one of the exhibits.
– At the farmer’s markets, there is a reason we are drawn to vintage furniture, scarves, jewelry. Things that hold so many memories always have space for a few more secrets.
– The ocean bores holes through the cliffs, crushes stones beneath its waves. It will erode you, too, given enough time.
– The streets of Seattle are built on the bones of a much older city. And beneath that, a city older still.
– The sheds on the interstate are an admission that we cannot hold back the encroaching snow. "Hazardous conditions for travelers", the signs say. "Warning! Collapsing snowfields". When and if you emerge from the pass, will you still be the same person who went in?
Somebody Has to Save Our Skins
by Cliff Cramp
In that scene, Francis [Ford Coppola] used a real Romanian priest. We shot the master and he did the whole thing. So I think we’re married.
We said yes?
Don’t you remember that? It was on Valentine’s Day.
Oh my gosh, we’re married.
Winona Ryder and Keanu Reeves about the wedding scene from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (x)