I have put Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock in my Instant Queue.
I am going to watch shows that aren’t animated and have real plots…and don’t have Lucy Lawless or Mariska Hargitay in them
Soon I will begin my descent. I promise not to live blog. I really promise.
…But who to start with?
Start with Sherlock: It’s only (alas!) six episodes and then you can join us in the madness.
then you can chose to stay in a British context and go with the Doctor or engage in the Supernatural road trip! I suggest you to alternate the two, actually.
This will not become a regular thing. I’m just really excited because I’M FINALLY ON SUMMER BREAK, MOTHERFUCKERS.
- It’d be nice if you followed me.
- Reblog, don’t like. Likes will make you disqualified.
- Reblog until June 20th, 6pm GMT.
- No limit, must…
I went to see the anniversary edition of The Exorcist, tonight.
That movie is still really amazing and captivating, it doesn’t scare me, but I love it.
Tonight, anyway, coming out of the cinema, I couldn’t help saying to my friend “Well… The Winchesters would have solved it way faster.”
sigh. the story of the least successful exorcism in history. Two priests dead, one demon on the loose.
“Don’t give me an attitude, Spock!”
One day a boy goes out to look for his father. He has a message: my brothers have gone craz
yier. The world will end if you don’t come home. It looks like a lot of notes meant for absent fathers, and like most absent fathers, his isn’t answering.
So he goes looking. The world seemed so tiny from above but on the surface everything is giant, giant trees and giant people. For the first time, he feels insubstantial.
He spends a long while just watching, because his voice breaks things and his light hurts people. One day he finds a man who’s sad and lonely and drowning. The man, like all men, has an ocean inside of him, but his is dark and prone to storms. He asks the man a question and the man says yes, and the ocean is replaced by the sun.
They walk and touch and feel. They fall in and out of love. They learn many things, but the boy is surprised to learn, under the harsh glare of his little brother, under the harsh glares of his little brother’s friends, that the most important lesson is the one his father whispered to him a long time ago, only half serious, mostly just teasing an irate Death: Love makes no mistakes.