Plot synopsis with a positive summation of the film’s message!

Spoiler alert!

Give your man butterflies and high blood pressure.

Bog: “Marianne, do ye lofe me?”

Marianne: “Of course I do, Bog!”

Bog: “But what if I was a cockroach?”

Marianne: “Babe, you are a cockroach.”

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Merry early Christmas, my lofely readers!

❤️

Christmas in the Butterfly Bog household.

Goblin: “This one’s too feisty. Go get the smaller one!”

Marianne: “If you want Dawn, you’ll have to go through me!”

Roland: “That goes double for me! If you want Dawn, you have to go through Marianne twice!”

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did…”

“…and let me love you anyway.”

-Edgar Allan Poe

#strange magic flirting skills

“I am approachin’ ye with romantic intent.”

-Bog King

Dawn: “…He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew..."

Marianne: *staring at Bog from across the library* “Dang, that Ichabod Crane sounds hot.”

Sunny: “Lizzy, drop the stick! Drop it! Drop the stick!”

Lizzy: *spits out Bog*

Bog: “…”

Sunny: “…”

Bog: “We never speak o’ this.”

Thang: “I’m here if you wanna pick my brain.”

Stuff: “I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.”

Marianne: “I was thinking, it’s time for some evil!”

Bog: “Evil, ye say? Ye mean, take-over-the-world-type evil? Or Bog-King-goes-ouch evil?”

Marianne: “I really like Bog, an’ I think he likes me.”

Dawn: “Just don’t ruin it and sleep with him.”

Marianne: 😑 “…Of course not, Dawn. I only do that with men I plan to scar psychologically.”

*inspired by a conversation I had with my boyfriend tonight while walking at night*

Bog: “If we get mugged, I’ll fight ‘em off with this knife while you run for it.”

Marianne: “Aw, but that’s MY knife!”