Seth McFarlan

Okay, mr. snazzy koala and sinatra mouse were pretty fun.


Bones » 2016 2017 rewatch - 4x25 “The Critic in the Cabernet”

So are you going to let her have this child alone? - I didn’t say that. You are! You’re going to abandon your child! Oh night’s deepest gloom washes over my tiny frame!

Euphemisms for cishet

for people who think there are just too many labels

-”He’s the kind of person who always knows what box to fill in on the census.”
-”She’s just… never really thought about her name.”
-”His queer community center is society, if you know what I mean.”
-”She, um… still shops in the same parts of the department store.”
-”He… you know… he’s the type who might dye his hair brown?”
-”How to put this… She can enjoy a Seth McFarlane joke.”

Like every frat boy rapist doesn’t watch Family Guy and think Glenn Quaqmire is just hilarious and a nice guy, deep down.  (He’s kind to his sister and niece! The sexual violence stuff...doesn’t, eh, necessarily matter.)

I loved the first three seasons of that show. I really did.

But at some point, something bad and cold and hateful started to set in. 

Kathryn Bigelow’s look of visible disgust while Seth sang “I saw your boobs!” at the Oscars never quite left my mind. 

To him it was just a joke.