BETTE DAVIS and ANNE BAXTER in ALL ABOUT EVE (1950) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz
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BETTE DAVIS and ANNE BAXTER in ALL ABOUT EVE (1950) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz
honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible
i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went “what the hell here goes nothing”
I’m pretty sure they also identify human remains by taste. Archaeologists are straight up freaks.
No, no no… you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, it’s bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists won’t lick human bones if they know they’re human.
…and I realize that doesn’t actually do much to prove archaeologists aren’t freaks.
mai nam is jane and wen i dig i fynde some roks both smol and big i put my tung upon the stone for science yes i lik the bone
I’m sitting with a bunch of archaeologists and we just laughed so hard we CRIED we’re getting tshirts with this on them
I will never ever get tired of seeing bredlik poems. It is really one of the seminal art forms of the century. I am not being sarcastic.
If I ever don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead and archaeologists are licking my bones.
You're not allowed to watch morally questionable movies because you're prone to evil and it can corrupt you. Whereas I'm allowed to watch morally questionable movies because I'm such a good person that the movies are actually redeemed by my consumption of them. If I write a favorable letterboxd review the rehabilitative effect is even stronger. But you are still not allowed to watch them in that case. Ok?
helaena targaryen speaks to me the same way ophelia from hamlet does. her fate is inevitable and we watch knowing there is nothing that can save her. innocence finally dies at her fingertips. beautiful, tragic, cold.
They Will Kill You (2026) Directed by Kirill Sokolov
the thing that’s so horrible to me is that if we liked women then yasmin and harper of industry would’ve attracted hundreds of thousands of viewers with their insane shit but we don’t like women and instead you have people flocking to any piece of media no matter how shit just because it’s got two white men who stand close to each other sometimes. i need the real freaks and i need the real women likers to come forth
moving between hyperfixations is like wow i can’t believe i used to think this song was about that guy when it’s clearly about [guy it’s also not about]
— scans of lorraine bracco, james gandolfini and michael imperioli from entertainment weekly, c. 2006
i’m giving you emancipation proclamation realness
My respect level for T-Pain is out the roof right now.
UR STILL FUGLY
Not scully serving bazooka tea on her death bed
Alicent Hightower in every episode:
religion is so fucking funny the world is just too beautiful there must be a higher entity behind all this. lets oppress women
For some unknown reason fab and jules interaction on in transit II makes me super nostalgic to the point of tearing up
For some unknown reason fab and jules interaction on in transit II makes me super nostalgic to the point of tearing up