So good.

Marvelous. I enjoy the way his colors and shapes seem to coat the world around him. The self cannot be contained within the self.

Yeah, no, actually.

Make sure to roll me around beneath your feet for a while before squishing me. I'd reckon it'd be a rather pleasant tactile experience!

My fur would definitely not feel very good beneath one's sole. Don't go for it. Nope.

The stats section does have some very neat info in it, too. Knowing how many dying screams were cut short definitely adds to the experience, and Including the demographics of the ants crushed was a particularly nice touch. They all had unique lives, and they all went squish.

Amazing.

The portrait changes might've been my favorite part of the whole thing. You have a knack for facial expressions, and I just love seeing a boy growing increasingly flustered from murdering droves of people that did nothing to deserve such a fate.

The European Union's refusal to aid the Italian government in funding the Mare Nostrum operation for rescuing migrants and refugees in the Mediterranean Sea and Frontex's cheap substitute for it (Operation Triton, which began in 2014) probably cost thousands of lives.

anyway, imagine further: jku holding your tiny neck with one hand and squeezing your chest with the other so as to force you to breathe fire at a certain given direction and turning you into a sort of organic kitchen torch to make some crème brûlée

imagine dragons hush

Ah, it goes a bit further than the remake, doesn't it?

From the few experiences I've had with Austrian cinema, I must say: those guys sure do know how to make incredibly uncomfortable flicks.

The Austrian original or the American remake?

He gives one of the cheeks a light slap before pulling his breeches up again.

With two squirming toys trapped against his body, the lad puts his boots back on, turns around, and begins walking down the road once more, whistling, thinking about the fun he'll be having with his new playthings later.

A pair of freckled, wobbly orbs face the bandit chief. His mouth goes dry.

Smiling smugly, the mage kneads at one of the doughy buttocks, delivers a joke about giving the shrunken man his own loot, and plunges the tiny figure into his crack, flexing his glutes so as to have them swallow the man.

The traveler doesn't respond verbally, instead grabbing the sobbing outlaw between two fingers and bringing the diminute man around his waist whilst tossing the lower half of his robe over his shoulder and digging his free thumb into his pants and undergarnments before pulling them down at the back.