you know what’s a trope that never gets tired is when theyre bouncing around in the plot and suddenly an important name crops up- it’sblorbo bleebus. and some dude is like who the hell is blorbo bleebus. and we immediately cut to our new friend blorbo bleebus pulling the most absolutely buckwild shit you’ve ever seen
enhanced edition of this trope is when they cut to blorbo bleebus doing something entirely contradictory to how they were just introduced, like “i know a professional, someone discreet who can handle things quietly” cut to blorbo bleebus in the wildest fucking bar brawl you’ve ever seen, screaming their own name and stopping to down shots while still holding some dude in a headlock
We need a Dracula movie where they do this with Van Helsing.
It’s so dumb when ppl question lesbians over being obsessed with some weird little guy as if being obsessed with insane women isn’t an accepted part of gay culture for men. grow up. if a lesbian has a special little guy or a million special little guys, then a lesbian is having fun.
milk is neat because its the only drink i can think of where you desperately want it cold and yet it would be unthinkable to put ice cubes in. a delicate limbo. a yuri of abscence. this post is nothing but you can look at it if youd like
