thorki: 3 (2017)


  • i actually like it
  • wow
  • it’s stylish, consistent, very well made with great pacing
  • lots of solid character interaction
  • short-haired hemsy (WITH EYEPATCH) HNGGGGGGGG 
  • tension/threat is palpable and given that it’s a very humor-heavy movie i can’t remember a single wise-cracking joke about the villain or the seriousness of the situation or limp one-liner quips during battles. i’m just……… relieved. yes, relieved.  
  • the cast look like they’re having fun and i’m all about that?????
  • action scenes were LIT
  • ~*fun*~ is! genuinely! entertaining! for! once!!
  • this movie makes me wanna draw some thorki again even so yeah 
  • cate blanchett y’all my GOD
  • please don’t revoke my thor1 fan card ive been holding on to it for 6 years and have grown rather attached to it


  • same w everyone else’s gripe–should’ve given the many dramatic moments the sincerity and space they deserved instead of cutting the moment short with ill-placed humor
  • many lines feel OOC, sometimes just there for comedic effect
  • why is dr. strange there


Pretty much the antithesis of the Shakespearean Royal Drama of the 1st movie and none of the confused ‘broody but funny(?)’ mess from Dark World–this one’s brash and self-aware and borders a little on the absurd. It might not be the perfect Thor final, but it’s a very refreshing take and allows the franchise to end on an uplifting note.

*early in the episode*

*Scooby dashes inside to escape the monster*

*moment of silence*

*Scooby exits again, without a word*

*takes time to wipe his paws off on the mat*

Me: “Whoa! That’s, like… an actual joke, which never happens in the show! That’s worth 1/3rd of a point, A Pup Named Scooby-Doo.”

*much later*

*the whole gang is freaked out by the aforementioned monster*

*they all frantically run inside*

*moment of silence*

*they exit again, and – simultaneously – all wipe their feet off*

Me: “Ok, that’s cheesy and wonderful. 2/3rds of a point.”

*monster immediately scrambles inside after them*

*moment of silence*

Me: “…pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease–”



this made me so dang happy you don’t even know

Moon Signs & How to Hurt Them

*comedic purposes*

If you’ve ever held a grudge on a moon sign, quick rundown:

Aries: tell them they’re mediocre at the thing they do best

Taurus: call them liars

Gemini: can’t hurt Satan, sorry.

Cancer: “nobody likes you”

Leo: “your opinions are wrong and you’re getting bald”

Virgo: “wow, aren’t you getting plump?”

Libra: “all your friends actually hate you and you look like a crackho”

Scorpio: don’t.

Sagittarius: “your tastes in indo-european abstract literature are for children” / just look at them and laugh whenever they say something actually fascinating

Capricorn: “you’re never going to be good enough”

Aquarius: call them basic.

Pisces: “my pets hate you”

not to be dramatic but “they’re gazebos! they’re BULLSHIT” is actually the peak of comedy nothing will ever compare

I talked to the McElroys for 15 goddamn minutes and Griffin told my parrot to go fuck itself

Buckle up kiddos, this is a story for the ages

Last night, I went to the Chicago live show, and in short it was one of the best nights of my life. I laughed so hard I choked on my Fancy Theater Sprite™. Cosplayers frolicked amongst people in Shrimp Heaven T Shirts amongst people in their Sunday best.

Towards the end of the show, the boys traditionally asked for questions from the crowd, and immediately over 1000 hands shot up. I was up in the balcony, but I raised my hand anyways for kicks. No waving, no movement. My hand was a beakon, a goddamn lighthouse in the middle of a swarming see of desperate fans. Travis and I locked eyes. I felt my stomach drop.

“The person in the…purple hoodie?”

“You mean this?” I said as I stood and my crimson cosplay robe fell around my shoulders.

“Yeah!! Come on down!”

In a blur I made my way to the aisle as quickly as possible, people clapping me on the back and whispering “don’t mess up” all the while. My hands were shaking so bad that I couldn’t hold on to the railing as I climbed down three flights of stairs and walked down the aisle to the microphone.

And immediately caused someone to face plant into said microphone out of our combined clumsiness and panic (she was ok but boy shitting howdy do I feel bad). I waited for my turn slowly being consumed by blind terror. Everything I said was going to be forever embedded into podcast history for all of eternity. I Could Not Mess Up.

As they called me forward I mustered up every drop of comedic timing within me, every tactic of improv I could remember. I stepped up to the microphone. “So a little over a year ago, we bought a parrot, and it was, like, a cool pet…”

“yeah, AS OPPOSED TO THOSE SHITTY DOGS, RIGHT?” Griffin interjected. The crowd roared for what felt like years, until it was finally quiet enough for me to continue. Dead silence.

“Boys, now I have 7 parrots. Please help.”

In all my years, I will never forget the look on Griffin Andrew McElroy’s face as the realization hit him. It was like he was hit by a motherfucking monster truck, and the monster truck was being driven by my seven birds of the apocalypse.

For the next 15 minutes I talked to three of the coolest people alive as all four of us ragged on my 7 horrible, horrible birds. Highlights include:





It was the best night of my entire life and I physically cannot wait until the episode comes out.


I will never, ever, ever get tired of ONE turning shonen expectations on their heads. I love the way the two panels on the left set everything up for a giant go-all-out battle of psychic powers between Shimazaki and Mob… 

…and then the next few panels have Reigen just walking straight up to Shimazaki and punching him right in the fucking face. 

And the only way he could do it, was because he doesn’t have any psychic powers at all.