I’m still shipping this pretty damn hard.
Well. That one thing I won’t put outside a cut was certainly shocking. Totally didn’t see that coming. Also, Dear AMC: I would like 22 full one hour episodes of this show instead of only 16. You got the coin, come on. Pony up. Love, Me.
And I am kissing my fingers at the delicious evil that is The Governor. What a fantastic character to squirm over all season.
Sorry, Venkman, I’m terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
(Get it? Because Ray [Rick] has gone bye bye.)
Boy, this season is not disappointing me in the slightest. In this episode: Rick takes a trip from E Block over to Section 8, Andrea continues to be a Mad Libs of everything women should quit doing, Carol continues to become everything right
with women, and I still love Daryl Dixon.
And the funniest thing said on this show ever is uttered by Merle in regards to why he won’t help strangers: “They ain’t never felicitated my piece, it’s my policy!” Continue reading
No one will change my eye pad and it’s dirty and smelly and I wanna lollipop and Merle was my friend FIRST.
Friends, fellow survivors, MRE enthusiasts: welcome back. Remember how things were falling apart for our group before the hiatus? Well, they’re still hanging in the balance. Thank god we still have Daryl and Michonne to hold–
Mrrphgrl. <– the sound of me jamming my fist into my mouth. Continue reading
Daryl Dixon, the greatest survivor of them all (closely followed by Michonne and Glenn for a second place tie), contemplating the meaning of life. Or just catching his breath; it’s hard to tell with him.
“All this time, running from walkers…. You forget what people do. Have always done.”
Well, that sure as hell was a way to go out on a hiatus and leave us wanting more. Let’s get right to our support group, shall we?
HEY HAVE YOU GUYS EVER HEARD OF THE WATCHTOWER? HELLO? HELLO WE’RE HERE AS WITNESSES OF JEHOVAH?! H-HELLO?
[Previously on The Walking Dead...] Holy. Creepy. Sexual-Assaulty. There’s your trigger warning, sleeper cells. And let’s all just talk about how amazing Glenn Rhee is, because I now want my dream spin-off to include Glenn and Maggie with Daryl and Michonne. (Before, I just wanted two shows, one for fightin’ and one for lovin’. No reason we can’t combine them both!)
Anyone else notice the red on this guy’s shirt? Ahem. And how do you pronounce that name again, fella?
We last left on a crazy cliffhanger in which Rick took a phone call 10 months into the zombie apocalypse. And here I’ve been bad mouthing AT&T for their crappy service all this time! But before we find out if the call was from the International Space Station or other stronghold (can you imagine being trapped in outer space when the world ended?), we take a little trip through the woods. Continue reading
This man has lost his damn mind. THE WALKING DEAD on AMC, Sunday nights.
Did you think last week was dark? Because this is finding out who killed Laura Palmer dark. This is “What’s in the boooooox?” dark. This is Javier Bardem flipping a coin dark. This is as dark as the closet Kyle MacLachlan was trapped in as he watched Dennis Hopper beg Isabella Rossalini for “Mommy.” This is Sylvia Plath’s oven inside the smoke-filled Deliverance pig-hut, jammed up underneath Marlon Brando’s “Colonel Kurtz’s” cot straddling a pile of amputated baby arms dark. (Oh, the horror! The horror…)
THIS IS SOME DARK STUFF, IS WHAT I AM GETTING AT. So grab your Shake-n-Shine (the #1 flashlight for End Times!) and let’s go spelunking into the hellscape in which our gang now finds themselves. Continue reading
On AMC 9/8 EST
[Previously on The Walking Dead...] First, I want to ask TWD Fandom one question: well, are you happy now? You got what you wanted, and boy, did the writers want people to feel bad about it.
Second, holy sheep. How damn amazing is this season? There’s so much this episode, let’s just jump right to it. (Here’s last week, if you need the refresher.) Continue reading
Remember how last week we were all, “Dang, why no Michonne and her jawless, armless pets?” Prayers = answered. And I swear to the god of your choice, if you don’t love Michonne and think she’s the baddest bad that ever bad’d, then you need to reevaluate your life choices.
Oh, and the creepiest politician outside of a Stephen King novel makes an appearance. I AM EXCITE. Continue reading
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Tagged Andrea get your head out of your ass, Armless Pets, Daryl Dixon for Zombie Apocalypse President, god dammit Carl, Headless Pets, Michonne for my Zombie Apocalypse Bride, ol' Blue Eyes Sheriff Rick, Walking Dead, zombie apocalypse, zombies
Apologies for the lateness; I’ve been up to my eyeballs in zombies. Turns out my preferred weapon of a middle-sized hatchet with saw on the opposite end is the correct weapon. Plus, it doesn’t need as much care as a samurai sword. (The rubber handle keeps its grip, even through buckets of blood.)
When we last left our survivors, a prison was entered, Rick was bad ass, Daryl was bad asser, Carl obeyed his Pa, Michonne had pets on a leash, Doc done got bit, his leg was hacked off at the knee, and some Alives were locked in the kitchen of the prison. I hope someone thought to pack some ‘Tussin – that’s always good on a wound. Continue reading