I don't understand tumblr. Or anything it asks me.
Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto (via dark-rye)
If you look at every single chocolate commercial,chocolate is ALWAYS marketed as “sinful”. “Devils food”. “Guilt pleasure”. And the commercial is always dark and sensual.
Are you selling chocolate or sex?
I have such a hard time watching Russell Crowe movies. They’re all too real or drama filled or sad or tragic or full of family issues or Russell Crowe’s character dies. And I can’t deal with watching movies with real life emotions like that. (not without a buffer like giant robots or attacking aliens or killer sharks or zombie apocalypses or something) And Russell Crowe talks very softly and the sound mixing people are not good about increasing the volume of his voice to match the ambient sounds and soundtrack. So I turn the volume up to hear whatever sad thing he’s mumbling about with his deep satiny voice and then get blasted with every other loud noise the filmmakers could think to put after some dialogue.
I want to appreciate his talent and how dedicated he is to his craft, but I also want him to be in a movie where nothing terrible happens to him and where he doesn’t have to talk in the middle of a traffic filled street or crowded building and where maybe he just sits and smiles for like an hour and a half. Maybe a movie where he’s a happy cartographer who saves the world by drawing maps in a library.
Breckin would be a beautiful librarian who might start bringing him tea and occasionally find an amazing piece of helpful information from the archives that would make Russell Crowe smile. Obviously it’s not ideal, shipping Breckin with people who aren’t Mark-Paul, but librarian.
I so wish you were in charge of films.
There’s just so many things that they could make Damien eat. :) Gradually coaxing him out of his shell every time he walks into their shop after, totally on accident, because of a terrible day that the office, coming in and definitely not destroying an entire slice of double chocolate fudge cake that’s meant for at least two people to eat together. Ugh. We’re so terrible. Think of how great a fic of that would be. *sigh*
(it’s so perfect. and you know she made him sandwiches when he would come over to the house as a kid. and his own mom probably never did. and so he thought it was the best thing ever. and Peter was all ‘calm down, dude. it’s just a fluffer nutter.’)
I had to google fluffer nutter. You people are disgusting:)