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[hemipenal-system]

@trashdogpenultimate thought of you

[thepringlesofblood]

fckin. i've watched Tin Can Bros' masterpiece Spies are Forever a bajillion times. I've listened to the soundtrack a bajllion times. when my phone malfunctioned and I lost all the music I downloaded from my dad's giant folder of pirated mp3s, the fuckin Spies Are Forever soundtrack was one of the 3 albums that remained bc it was one of the only ones I'd actually bought. which means i listened to it over and over and over until I was able to get student-discounted Spotify (and tbh i do still listen to it over and over, just on Spotify).

and I JUST NOW realized that Curt's beard from the 4 years after Owen's death is a double entendre.

the only other queer person he knew in his line of work just fucking died. of course he gets a beard.

[qbdream]

I Met Ludwig.

[hemipenal-system]

Mime girl puts on the invisible strap (you still feel it)

iirc @spicymancer has a mime who does this kind of thing (and its like. insanely hot)

[thepringlesofblood]

hot take: if it was able to, murderbot would absolutely cry at the end of the Barbie movie.

[qbdream]

twitchcon day -1: saw jm & sc*tt sm*jor at our hotel arcade and literally RAN AWAY

[rounderhouse]

i’ve never been more humiliated to be recognized in my life

[richbat]

x「☼」brucie baby x「 ☾ 」batsy x「 ☆ 」bruceman batwayne

[hemipenal-system]

FINALLY!!!

i’ve been on this app for more than a year and someone finally gets this pun!! shoutout to @inbabylontheywept im smiling so fucking hard rn

[thepringlesofblood]

aziraphale being shit at lying but getting away with everything anyway makes so much more sense during the fucking hilarious ass bildad the shuhite scene where gabriel not only doesn't give a shit but doesn't think it's possible for anyone to lie to him. like. i got it before but now i get it get it. the whole job extended flashback storyline is just so perfect.

[hemipenal-system]

@sabe-sunrise keep up the good work

me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts

[qbdream]

like if lee hadn't posted the ticket url and password and i hadnt randomly checked tumblr between sets at a smple plan concert i literally wouldn't be going to this show and now i'm going and two of my best friends are coming with me and george is singing on stage with dream and like what if i throw up and cry

[hemipenal-system]

i love it when a blog i respect the shit out of and whose horny posts i adore follows me

[qbdream]

licherally forgot i reblogged that handwriting thing and i was like why tf are there numbers in my askbox LMAO i will do those. soon

[thepringlesofblood]

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image 1: a tweet from user Mason Cross (@MasonCrossBooks) that reads: "My daughter actually submitted this feedback at school. Not sure if I should ground her or buy her ice cream..."

image 2: a picture of a paper form, with "Thing(s) my teacher could do better" printed on it, and lines underneath indicating where to write in an answer. On those lines, handwritten in pencil, is written "Not use collective punishment as it is not fair on the many people who did nothing and under the 1949 Genva Conventions it is a war crime."

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“Not use collective punishment as it is not fair on the many people who did nothing and under the 1949 Geneva Conventions it is a war crime.”

[lesbean-sprout]

Berlin trip

Subway chaos, hectic body-stealing conspiracy plots, lost classmates, in lieu of which a misfit group of strangers become friends. Chemistry fizzles here and there, never acknowledged fully. The notebook I brought gets its virgin pages scrawled. Ironically, overdramatized, silly goofy funny stupid and played up. It couldn't be the truth, never the truth. [Which is why she should never see it.] Teasing and playful that chemistry heats up, masked beneath inside jokes and irony, this is possible because everyone assumes it's too ridiculous to be possible. Never the truth. The notebook fills faster in a week than it has in years, reminiscing on misadventures, sketches, things she said, [things I want,] confessions. [Never the truth] Her friends and loved ones inquire when she leaves, but I can never speak the truth. It's ridiculous, that could never happen. With her? [God yes please.] I'm leaving soon anyway. They draw their weapons and tear my armor to shreds. She arrives just as I lay vulnerable. Tell her what you told us. [I'm in love with you] It's embarrassing you feel this for me [I want to sink my teeth into you] can't you see it was all just jokes? [It was never just jokes.] She turns around. Her friends follow her. I pack my bags to catch the train home. While I slept they had looked through my notebook, picking it apart to fashion it into blades. When I woke I found my armor, disassembled neatly into a pile [useless]. She runs outside, berating me for leaving without saying goodbye [just hate me, it'll be easier this way.] I'm struggling to fit both the notebook and my armor in my bag, it's crinkling the pages and scratching the cover. I take out the notebook [she deserves the truth.] I leave it with her [even if I can never make good on it.] I flood my ears with music to block out any response. I go home to my wife. I wake up.