if you don't like this movie we can't be friends

  • Friend: "Let's watch Harry Potter!" *grabs Goblet of Fire*
  • Me: "Yesss! Let- what the fuck are you doing?"
  • Friend: "Well, I like this one-"
  • Me: "We watch them all from the beginning. You can't just jump ahead."
  • Friend: "We don't have enough ti-"
  • Me: "Bitch, we will make time. Sit down and shut up."

anonymous asked:

I just can't watch the fantastic beasts franchise, I just can't. Jhonny Depp being there ruined the experience for me, I don't feel comfortable with a woman agressor being in such a big movie and how people do not care about it. What to you think about that? (sorry for the bad english)

Tbh if you don’t want to watch Fantastic Beasts because of Depp, or you want to watch it but in a way that doesn’t give him money, I’m totally with you on that. Like, me and my friend saw Murder on the Orient Express last weekend and if we hadn’t already bought the tickets before we realised he was in it, we would have made other plans. It’s despicable that men who are proven to be abusive are still given work and attention and celebrity in Hollywood, and their victims treated like attention seekers.

Bear that in mind, actually, when we talk about Fantastic Beasts - we don’t support Depp, or his casting. I loved the first Fantastic Beasts film, but I’m very apprehensive about the next four because he’ll be more prominent and that’s? Not something I’m down with. I’ll still probably see them (by whatever means) but I don’t want to support him at all.

(also your English is great anon, no worries!)

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Fairytale Mood

Cinderella (Me): “I doubt [you have] any idea how a girl should be treated”

 Prince: “Like a princess, I suppose”

Cinderella: “No; Like a person, with kindness and respect”

BOY HAVE I GOT A STORY FOR YOU
  • One thing you should know about me is that I literally can't tell when I'm being hit on. This has the potential to create some interesting situations, especially on a night such as October 31, 2015, when, instead of going trick-or-treating like every previous year, I celebrated Halloween with my friends at a pub in Dublin's Temple Bar district and, apparently, inadvertently offered my services as a prostitute.
  • For my thorough cosplay of the Basil Rathbone incarnation of Sherlock Holmes, I was decked out in a tweed blazer, trench coat, black pants, and paisley ascot, holding a pipe, and looking extremely plain with no eye makeup (because why would Sherlock Holmes put on eye makeup?). After a nice slice of apple pie (I didn't feel like paying exorbitant drink prices) and some bants with a few proper English lads, we were approached by an American and a couple of his friends, who we later found out were members of the armed forces. The guy was wearing a SWAT team vest and holding a blowup doll, and he addressed me directly.
  • Him: Are you an investigator?
  • Me: *amused at the absurd situation but willing to play along* I'm a consulting detective.
  • Him: Well, I have a case I'd like you to investigate.
  • Me: *trying not to laugh and assuming that he's going for a LARP* How much are you willing to pay?
  • Him: How much do you need?
  • Me: *channeling Dr. Evil* One million dollars.
  • Him: You seem like you'd be worth it.
  • Me: *cocky; determined to stay in character* I am the best.
  • Him: Well, you see, we've got this dead body here *gestures to doll* and we don't know anything about her. We need you to identify which country she's from.
  • Me: Well, in season 2 episode 2 of BBC Sherlock, it is made perfectly clear that Sherlock Holmes is unable to draw deductions from unclothed bodies. Therefore, I'm afraid I can't help you.
  • Him: *rather taken aback* Unclothed bodies? Ok then. You really like Sherlock Holmes, don't you?
  • Me: *wondering why the highly accurate costume that I clearly put a lot of thought into does not make this immediately apparent* Yes, I do.
  • Him: Have you seen the movies with Robert Downey, Jr.?
  • Me: *wondering why he would test me by inquiring about mainstream Hollywood adaptations* Yes, I have.
  • Him: Congratulations. *shakes my hand* You're too smart for me.
  • Me: I'm Sherlock Holmes. What do you expect?
  • I was quite pleased with how the exchange had gone. After we left, my friends (trying not to die of laughter) informed me that the guy had been attempting to flirt with me and that I had unwittingly perpetuated double entendres about performing certain physical non-crime-solving acts in exchange for money. While I had not exactly trusted the fellow, I had remained completely oblivious (I still don't understand how I could have seemed like one to offer such services when I literally looked like a 19th century gentleman). But that's how I accidentally offered my body to a soldier for $1,000,000 and then shut him down with Sherlock Holmes knowledge.