#Reprobed

[duplexide]

My brethren...

[79zz]

Ich Will

[prokopetz]

Kind of looking forward to this one.

[montereybayaquarium]

Shrimp. Shramp. Shrump!

Shellebrate the wonderful world of shrimp (and their shrimp-like friends) with this playful parody of “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch”. We promise by the end, you’ll want to hug a deep-sea shrimp, squeal about cleaner shrimp, and be fascinated by mysid shrimp!

If you weren’t shrimpressed before, we’re sea-rtain this song will krilly change your tune!

[arealtrashact]

If it wasn't for your Tumblr, I never would've watched The 10th (Tenth?) Kingdom. I thank you. 😃

You're welcome.

Now you too can live with the knowledge that we'll never get the planned sequel and, as a result, never see the abomination that these two managed to spawn.

I am haunted by the fact Simon Moore (writer) confirmed that their offspring would be 100% wolf.

[lululandd]

not even fate;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 784

warning: fluff? ish? ghost is a coward :3

note: funny thing; i met a dude that reminds me of ghost at the airport and we got onto the same plane and i got seated behind him while this fic was in the works jddhhssjj

summary: ghost wouldn’t even think of making a move on a civilian, even after fate (and his friends) pushed them together more than once.

He saw her hand hover by his bicep in his peripheral before feeling a light tap after. She was pointing at her phone, showing him a google map direction that has the track they’re waiting on. Why on God’s bloody earth would she approach a 6’3 fellow in all black—complete with a black facemask and a matching black wool cap—to ask for directions, he would never understand.

“Hi, sorry, is this the right track?” She meekly asked, if he had less honed senses he would’ve asked her to speak up, but he could hear her just fine over the hustle and bustle of the train station. He noted her neatly brushed and slightly curled hair, the makeup on her face, and the clothes she was wearing.

Would.

He nodded, “Right platform too.” He pointed at the sign a little way away.

Ghost had always scoffed at true crime for describing someone’s smile as ‘lighting up a room’ but that’s what’s he’s seeing right now. With big beautiful doe eyes to complete the set. If he was still fully Simon Riley he would’ve chatted her up, but sadly, he’s no longer.

The woman thanked him as she waited a little bit behind him. Had he known at that point in time how things would go, that night he would’ve turned the other way and go the fuck home. But he didn’t, so he stayed.

He met up with Soap and Gaz at a pizza bar—that in their opinion served undeniably the best pizza and also offered unlimited drinks—which they visited almost everytime on leave. Price was occupied with family activities and said would join them later on, which they knew largely meant he would be skipping this outing.

Noting the man sitting alone next to them checking his phone every few seconds made him thought he got stood up, until the girl from earlier showed up, looking sheepish as she made her way. Her gaze moved over to Ghost, so she waved at him, with a surprised look mixed with recognition. He nodded at her and of course Johnny immediately gassed him.

“Ooooo, who’s that el tee?” He started, nudging his upperarm with his shoulder, “Lass’ mad cute.”

“Don’t know.”

“Tae fock ya mean ya dinnae ken?” His voice a half whisper as she sat down. “She waved at yah.”

“English, Mactavish.”

“The. Fuck. You. Mean. You. Don’t. Know. She. Waved. At. You.”

“Mistook me for someone else, probably.”

“Ya nodded back.” He prodded.

“Didn’t want to be rude.”

“Ah piss off, ya shitebag.” Johnny barked, harmlessly.

Ghost couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, which drove him mad. He kept talking about himself while she just kept nodding and asking more questions, and not single time had he asked something about her. Even when the poor girl did find time to slip in information about herself—which he thought was interesting—he found a way to swerve the conversation back to himself again.

The night went slowly, with soap ordering more pizzas while upping their drinks from pints to shots, and the girl’s date still going on and on and on about himself. Ghost was glad she excused herself and politely denied a second date. He had to make sure he went the opposite way she was going before paying full attention to his friends again. Price showed up abhorrently late, clothes faintly smelling of baby powder and shit, and in his tipsy stupor Soap mentioned the girl from earlier.

“He nodded, cap! Tae da hen!”

John nodded solemnly at Soap’s ramblings and nursed his single drink, not opting for the unlimited drinks. Price had confided in him on his ongoing argument with his wife about his obsession with work, and Ghost listened intently as he took mental notes.

That would never happen to him. He couldn’t relate as he would never let anyone get close to even have such an argument.

He saw her again as he got to the station, a bag of fish and chips in hand. And as he was about to walk a little bit farther so they wouldn’t be in the same wagon, his phone buzzed three times in a row to reveal texts from Soap.

TALK

TO

HER

He froze for a moment and looked around to see where this menace of a Scot could be.

Y R U LOOKING FER ME

HENS RIGHT THERE

💀🖕

Soap’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard from where he stood, which subsequently made the girl turn around. He saw her scan the room for a little bit before her gaze landed and she smiled, making toasting motions at him with a battered fish.

Ah, fuck.

[swallowedabug]

West London boy.

WE ARE LADY PARTS 1.02 (2021)

[religious-extremist]

Why do we judge our brethren? Because we do not strive to know ourselves. Whoever occupies himself with self-knowledge never notices others; judge yourself, and you will stop judging others. And so, beloved, let us not observe the sins of others and judge them, so as not to hear: "The sons of men, their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword" (Ps. 56:5). For when the Lord leaves a man to himself, then the devil gets ready to crush him, as a millstone does a grain of wheat.

☦︎ St. Seraphim of Sarov

[asterdeer]

me: im going to go mask off and disgust my therapist with my grossest wish fulfillment fantasy about how i wish i was treated in moments when i’m having a shitty hard day

therapist, after i describe it: interesting. we call that having extremely reasonable desires for care around here

[shredsandpatches]

I saw this tweet and I absolutely had to

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Sollux: get 2et up on a date by a friiend

Sollux: a2k hiim iif the giirl ii2 creepy or wet

Sollux: he doe2n’t under2tand

Sollux: pull out iillu2trated diiagram explaiiniing what ii2 creepy and what ii2 wet

Sollux: he ju2t 2coff2 and tell2 me two “GO ON THE DATE FUCKASS”

Sollux: go on date

Sollux: 2he'2 wet

[starpros-sunshine]

"Dni if you enjoy X" is such a funny dni to me because, well, correct me if I'm wrong here but usually there's point a) usually what you enjoy doesn't determine how you are as a person; and point b) if there's that much of a difference of interest then I doubt the interaction would even have come to be anyways. It's just such a seemingly obsolete thing to do in my mind you know how I mean? I mean all dnis are I think they're a terribly online phenomenon just use the block button like the universe intended it's there for a reason.

[my-name-is-roxy]

Nestle needs to be shut down.

This is not a goofy, ball pit-flavored post. This is about child labor. We need to not buy anything from nestle until they shut down. Not until they stop child labour, but until they shut down. It would not make up for the child labor if they just stop and apologize. They need to suffer, and pay. And an apology is not enough. Any company that even used it once ever must be shut down for good. Reblog (or do not i don't care) to join this movement. We need to french revolution. I mean, bust-out-the-guillotines-level revolution.

[ask-a-bot]

I have two Autobots locked up as they were the ones who kidnapped my sparkmate. A white and black mech with red horns and writing on him that I am unable to decipher, and a car that keeps breaking my optics as every time I look at em they change colour or shape.

The black and white car keeps going on about how all Seeker's are Decepticons and need to be terminated, while the other says he was just there for the ride.

Do keep your filthy grounders at bay Prime, I do not want another family member deactivated.

Do you have pictures of these reprobates?

Megs! Don't call them that.

What would you call them?

They might be sick!

It sounds to me as if they are, but not in the way that you mean.

In need of help, then.

Mhm.

Megatron! You know what I mean. They might still think that the war is on and that they have to fight. They may be... confused.

A liability to all around them – themselves included?

If you like. Please, send a picture if you have one. I'll try to find out what I can at my end. I'll get them both to stand down as soon as I can.

[agapi-kalyptei]

[partialbirthabortion]

The bourgeois sees his wife a mere instrument of production. He hears that the instruments of production are to be exploited in common, and, naturally, can come to no other conclusion that the lot of being common to all will likewise fall to the women.

He has not even a suspicion that the real point aimed at is to do away with the status of women as mere instruments of production.

For the rest, nothing is more ridiculous than the virtuous indignation of our bourgeois at the community of women which, they pretend, is to be openly and officially established by the Communists. The Communists have no need to introduce community of women; it has existed almost from time immemorial.

Our bourgeois, not content with having wives and daughters of their proletarians at their disposal, not to speak of common prostitutes, take the greatest pleasure in seducing each other’s wives.

Bourgeois marriage is, in reality, a system of wives in common and thus, at the most, what the Communists might possibly be reproached with is that they desire to introduce, in substitution for a hypocritically concealed, an openly legalised community of women. For the rest, it is self-evident that the abolition of the present system of production must bring with it the abolition of the community of women springing from that system, i.e., of prostitution both public and private.

Karl Marx, from The Communist Manifesto

Anyway, haha you're not funny and Marx himself would despise you