okay you know who else cant act for shit? cary grant. now granted ive only seen 5 of his films. but my GOD hes so fucking wooden idk why hes so well renowned
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okay you know who else cant act for shit? cary grant. now granted ive only seen 5 of his films. but my GOD hes so fucking wooden idk why hes so well renowned
my sources are telling me flanagans fucking up carrie in a major way. can we not have literally anything these days
and while we're at it. matt damon cant act for shit. and neither can ben affleck. i would say im amazed they successfully fooled so many of you but then i remember how many of you got bodysnatched by that dumbass hockey show. no hope for some of you like At All
romy & michele's high school reunion 1997: 75% on rotten tomatoes. b.a.p.s 1997: 16% on rotten tomatoes. which is crazy considering one of them is actually really good and it sure as shit aint romy and michele
one thing about me is i hate christopher nolan and i REALLY hated interstellar. so you can imagine how mad i am that as of right now that stupid odyssey movie has a higher letterboxd star rating than Moonlight (2016) and Sinners (2025). like. are you fucking joking? that number better go wayyyy the fuck down
i have made the bold and daring decision to: text my landlord to ask him to Please not leave the door open today because the air quality is not safe. my nervous system seems to be expecting him to respond by barging into my room and throwing hammers at me or something
gooseworx be like: im gonna introduce a black woman thats supposed to be really important to the narrative, give her like 3 seconds of screentime and then kill her and never tell u anything about her and leave her story and mysteries forever unfinished, and instead she's just used as character development for the slightly more important white man.
oh and heres an entire hour dedicated to jax (the abuser who has such little relevance that whenever she shows up I just sigh) and pomni (who is also just used as character development for jax) and ribbit (who is also just used as character development for jax) does anyone else care about this??
"Oh... you like the Sharks? Can you even name five players?"
Every time I open an online space, I see people complaining about San Jose Sharks fans. Whether it's an issue about gender, sexuality, or age, people find something to grab onto in an attempt to ostracise these fans even further. Never mind the fact that simply existing as a young, queer female is challenging enough as is; they find a way to exclude you from a sport that brings you joy and connection.
When I first got into the world of hockey, the vast majority of my timeline were other teenagers who had latched onto the Sharks. I could see myself in both the fans and the players — a team with such a young core was bound to attract people of similar ages. In the tumult of the real world, I found a place of escapism, somewhere I could chat to others and just be a teenager. It didn't matter that I was on a different continent; I could bond with others about players and feel the dread of trades as well. It became a space where I could discuss hockey with a silly tone and have a bit of fun.
The simple act of being a new fan brings hockey purists to your mentions, asking when, how, why, and where your interest began — God help you if you mention Heated Rivalry. Of course, I wasn't going to be a Vegas Golden Knights fan. I could count on one hand the number of fan accounts I've seen for certain teams. If there is no coverage, no place where I can feel connected to the fans, it is not viable for me to choose such a team. I cannot go to meet-ups or events, but I can live through the online world and gain a semblance of the experience that other fans get.
I feel as if I have to know everyone who has ever played to be taken seriously. The concept of being a casual fan has been thrown to the dogs, it seems. I feel the same joy everyone else does when our team wins, the same sorrow after a tough loss. Some supporters found out about the existence of ice hockey two months ago, while others have been raised on legendary stories and have had the privilege of watching players like the Sedins, Crosby, and Ovechkin in their prime. Do you not think that I long to have had that historical connection to the team I've grown to love? I won't get to experience the growth of the game the same way as old fans, but I'm here for the future. When I look back in a couple of years, I'd have viewed the prime players of today — Celebrini, Bedard, and soon to be McKenna — and I'll be able to discuss them in the same way I see people talking about players I'd never heard of before then. You will not catch me making fun of, and dismissing new fans for not knowing how free agency or trade deadlines work, because I've lived through it. I was not raised in a country with hockey at its very soul, I've never been to a game, and likely won't ever see my team play in person. This does not inhibit me from enjoying the sport.
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