Okay, season 3 of His Dark Materials here we go! Let's get ready to fuck shit up, Lyra! Your parents wicked suck and you have a prophecy to fulfill. DO THE THING.

I hope they come across the girls from Yellowjackets in these woods.

Waaaaalt aging in effect between seasons.

Lord Asriel really missed out on the opportunity to name is daemon Gargamel. For fuck's sake, man.

Why in the hell does Mrs. Coulter know *AMERICAN* sign language? This is unsanitary.

What kind of map do you need when you have the subtle knife? I just want to know how this works, William.

I wanna see what this *physical atonement* might be, Father Gomez. Twerk for the Authority, monsignor.

It's hard to watch this show and not yell angry spoilers at my television. I don't want to wake the goldendoodles, you see.