Okay, Hair Is A Legitimate Concern. But What About The Eyebrows Though

I have hope in Andor Season 2, not because I trust Disney, but because Tony Gilroy seems unhinged enough to rip Disney apart with his bare teeth if they tried to touch his show, like he’s completely off the rails what kind of man says “we are all living in a prequel, we are all going to die” he’s unhinged and I’m obsessed with that-

I hate whoever said "since Mel's theoretically and literally a mirror then it was about Viktor all along" because now gay Jayce won't leave my mind

i want 24 blue checkmarks. twitter cannot get a dollar out of me but i want nothing more than a hoard of completely useless checkmarks that may or may not turn into crabs at any point.

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.

ive had a god complex ever since i could never find my name on those gift shop keychains

My most toxic trait is hating when other people are in the kitchen

OH MY FREAKING GOD!

The new trailer.... I wasn't that dead even after infinity war