[bangurz]

[dunnitmoved]

@draematic

[draematic]

dunnithole‌:

benny,  you  should  just  leave  it  to  the  one  of  us  who’s  in  business .  it’s  literally  not  a  pyramid  scheme

...   i  think  i  need  to  make  a  call

[draematic]

i did it where's my twenty bucks?

here  have  this  $20  voucher  for  flam  products *

*  national  shipping  only

[draematic]

dunnithole‌ .

@draematic i got another client can i move up on the level of your… not pyramid scheme? 

benny,  you  should  just  leave  it  to  the  one  of  us  who’s  in  business .  it’s  literally  not  pyramid  scheme

[draematic]

dunnithole‌:

stan joni thrombey. 

[dunnitmoved]

INSTAGRAM EDITS +  benny and joni   (  @draematic   ) 

O1. Hiking crew! #neveragain  O2. Getting my @flam juice cleanse on.  O3. Joni was kind enough to record my harmonica solo. It was sick.  O4. Getting ready to hit up this gala with the one and only @jonithrombey!  O5. The real happiest place on Earth. #Dollywood O6. Introducing @lauradern to her biggest admirer. #lauradernorderingflamcosmetics 

[draematic]

joni  has  dressed  as  carlotta  from  poto  more  than  once  in  this  essay  i’ll

[vivienvalentino]

— CLUE 1985, dir. Jonathan Lynn

[noorasaertre]

Toni Colette as Joni Thrombey in Knives Out (2019).

[draematic]

morsinmachina‌.

                  ❝ i slay as queen, in more ways than one. ❞

@draematic​  ┊  ♡

             ❝   is   that    a   beyoncé   song ?   ❞      she’s   excited.      ❝    i   quote  her  on  a  daily  basis ,  too .   ❞

[tvandfilm]

TONI COLLETTE AS JONI THROMBEY  Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

[fireproofs]

dream job?

i simply do not dream of labor

[kthrynhahn]

Toni Collette as Joni Thrombey in Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

[ok2decay]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz_QCg0h4w8/?igshid=1wkwk4wa1z62x

[m-angojpg]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B3HfJV2o_YV/

[flospughsadadad-deactivated2021]

Toni Collette as Joni Thrombey in Knives Out (2019)

[draematic]

dunnithole·.

he knows she isn’t fully listening, but prefers it that way. his woes had been trapped in his head for so long, it was nice to be able to put some out into the world   –––   even if he may be saying them into a void. it was better that way. void couldn’t spread what it gathered, only suck it in and let it die there. benoit’s eyes still fix on that same spot upon the wall, caressing his glass of bourbon absently. the glass was cold. the air around him was dropping too.   ❛  it isn’t.  ❜   he agrees, finally pulling his gaze away from that loud nothingness and letting it fall upon the odd decor smack dab in the middle of the room. his nose scrunches lightly as he has to look at that elephant.  ❛  during the job.  ❜   the answer seemed rehearsed, even if he hadn’t had to give it in years. she was yet another well-kept secret of his; it was rather impressive that joni thrombey managed to get it out.   ❛  there was an accident.  ❜   he finds her eyes, casting a look that is equally knowing as it is profoundly melancholic.   ❛  closed casket.  ❜   and no body to speak of, but he wouldn’t get into those details so easily.

same old story,  same old heartbreak.  there,  his words hit places joni wishes she had never met.     ❛    it sounds like you stole my love story ,  mister blanc .    ❜    she gets his name right this time,  one less thing to care about.  that man was quite the subject;  more than an accent and flourished pairs of words.  right there,  something else   --  something deeper,  underneath layers and layers of manufactured somethings to steal the attention.  she could relate to that,  and even on a lighter level,  enjoy his company.     ❛    shit .  so you never saw behind that closed casket ?   that’s kind of the luckiest you can get ,  i guess .    ❜    it’s awful just the same;  it’s a scene,  after all.  the burying of an idea, of the untouchable.  you’ll never know what you didn’t see.  but the woman wishes she hadn’t seen it.     ❛    i saw her .  from --  afar ,  of course .  it wasn’t pretty .  and  the family ,  well  --  they were too entertained mourning their sister to remember the loss was mine ,  too .  you can imagine what kind of a supportive environment i had around .    ❜    drink is swallowed a whole,  no single drop to tell the story.  her leg is suddenly sprawled over the couch,  an annoyed sigh leaving nude lips.     ❛    i’m getting comfortable .  we’re talking about our dead wives ,  for god’s sake ,  you can’t get more intimate than that .  and ---   you know what ?  i hate it .  i hate that i wasn’t ready to be alone .  and just --  and just not have a wife anymore .  it fucking sucks .     ❜