I'm a man, I want to see tits in my video games.

I had such a violent, detailed, narratively clear nightmare last night that played out like an action horror movie, and I made it through, so I've decided I'm Final Girl material — as long as I can keep it in my pants for an hour and a half. Should be easy enough, right?

2024. Monica stands, staring at the newborns through the glass, shaking. This awful hospital can't tell her which of these two babies is hers, but she KNOWS it's the boy. Just then, another distressed mother appears, anxiously gazing at the boy. Monica can't believe it. 'Brandy?'

I am not a twink who died. I am a powerful, magical bear king who hid his true form because the world wasn't ready. 🐻👑

POV: Your mum's cheese and pineapple hedgehog at every party in the 80s.

Did I?

Just gonna put a top on real quick.

These shorts were a bad idea...

Last week, Jean threw a falling tower block miles through the air without breaking a sweat.

So you know my queen let that car explode just for DRAMA. #Xmen97

I have a self-tape audition to do, and you have no idea how badly I want to 'you could stop at five or six stores' the whole thing.

Come on, then. They aren't gonna play with themselves.

*Charli BrexCX

Gutted I can't be there tonight, but tomorrow I'm adding 'International award-nominated filmmaker, editor and performer' to my CV and hoping serious employers ask about it.

(Unless we somehow win, then I won't need to. Because I'II have legally changed my name to include it.)

'I still don't understand why we're rebranding with the word 'chapel'.'

'We just ARE, Scott. Stop asking! Jesus Christ.'

Fleetwood Mac music, string quartet, candlelight, Edinburgh, and Dr Boyfriend. This'll be perfect if I can get through Landslide without crying, the week of Marelle's anniversary.

And if I don't burst into flames in this cathedral. I'll be one of the candles by the end.