no offense but the whole kissin kate barlow and “i can fix that” sam storyline from holes is quite frankly one of the most gripping and tragic in the history of cinema and i’m still not recovered from it
“You, your children, and your childrens children can dig for the next one hundred years. And you will never find it. Start digging, Trout.”
We all deserve to go to a masquerade ball. I deserve to be anonymous among to aristocracy for one night getting up to general debauchery in a swan-inspired mask that absolutely doesn’t hide my face well enough for me to be half as bold and sensual as I plan to act but everyone else is on board so it’s okay and we’ll all just not talk about it tomorrow.
ppl keep sending me asks about this like “what’s stopping you from throwing a ball OP”
Part of me WANTED to suggest we all donate and pitch in for it and do it. But I think (at least I hope) we learned from the last time (then again probably not since they tried again).
a masquerade ball, an event that specifically exists to allow people to lower their inhibitions and act out with less social consequences than they would usually have to deal with, populated entirely by people from tumblr is, and don’t get me wrong, the Worst thing I can Ever imagine
