do not pity the dead harry. pity the living. and above all, pity those who leave the theater before the credits are finished completely rolling on a marvel film
- me in the evening: oh, staying up late isn't bad, I'll manage tomorrow
- me in the morning: AM I A FUCKING IDIOT
hollywood sure has an easy time finding brown and black people to play terrorists, thugs, drug dealers, gangsters, servants, “barbarians”, hypersexualized or desexualized caricatures but all of a sudden you need a lead role and
gosh where did they go i swear we put them here right after zero dark thirty??
Okay I’m not even a Star Trek fan but that’s beautiful.