#take these fuckers down

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I wanna fuck this man so good that he sees heaven again…

[astradyke]

i think i was so thrown off by the puppy spit slow motion that i completely forgot about the oh my God they kissed joke. i am sincerely happy that they don't have to filter themselves out that much these days, they deserve it. i do wish that didn't involve the various kinds of foreplay they've done on camera over the course of june, but i guess kink does belong in pride . so

[shakingparadigm]

Guardian Urak after ROUND 6 (his fuckass pet that he barely invested in beat another guy's overly-invested in pet)

[vibinsane]

I AM NOT HERE. (i'm here to pick up your daughter) I AM TYPING FROM MY GRAVE. (your daughter calls me daddy too) JFC STOP STOP STOP. I DIDNT MEAN TO CATCH THE DUALITY (get you a man who can do both) BUT I DID, I WANNA PUNCH HIM (lovingly) IN THE FACE (with my lips, full blown make out bitch, tongue, teeth, sloppy, heated EVERYTHING idc if i can't breathe) FUCK YOU. DONT YOU LOOK AT ME WITH YOUR CAPTIVATING EYES FULLY KNOWING YOURE ABOUT TO DRAG ME INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN (please do, honestly i beg of thee) GOOD GODS I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND A CERTAIN QUOTE (there he is!! right there officer!! the thief!! of my heart!!) LORDS OF ALL PANTHEONS HAVE MERCY ON MY WEARY SOUL FOR THIS MAN HAS (bewitched, enchanted, ALL OF THE ABOVE) ME DOWNBAD, I CAN BARK, MEOW, WHATEVER YOU WANT, RAFAYEL, ILL DO ANYTHING. ASKLDJFLDSJFKS clearly i'm so normal about him.

[dykedvonte]

If I was on the Tulpar nothing would’ve happened at all but not for any heroic or altruistic actions but because I’d constantly be beefing so hard with Jimmy there would be no time for him to do anything.

This is like also like in a world I know nothing of mouthwashing. I know we’d annoy each other so bad that all we’d think about is how to fuck with each other and ruin this experience. Likely for everyone else too.

[jacksprostate]

Things I won't forgive the fight club movie for regarding the character of Marla Singer, entry C:

The manic pixie dreamgirlification of her own struggle with life and death. The narrator gets to have a serious issue driving his alienation but Marla gets her cancer removed so her pithy statement about the tragedy of death being that she doesn't fall over dead randomly is just a bit Offbeat And Interesting And Edgy haha! She's a real tourist, really, nothing ever stated to be wrong about her. Sure she overdoses. Sure you can see she's got a shit life. But she doesn't get backstory. She doesn't get a life beyond fun little statements that, when her own reason for saying and thinking them is removed, mostly just reflect the narrator. In the book, it is very, very clear. Marla does what she does because she has cancer and is afraid of The Slow Death. The Wasting. The Struggle. By taking that away you even reduce her suicide attempt. It puts it all in this context of nothingness. Sure, you can assume a depth, but I don't think we should be uncritical about the fact that they chose to remove it. Marla Singer is more than an object that bothers the narrator out of the support groups and gets fucked by Tyler Durden. Marla Singer is a person in her own right in the book, and in the movie she's just... not.

[foxqueen-katarian]

The fact that Essek spends most of his time in disguise, and Fjord is both adept at changing his appearance and voice, I’m imagining a scenario that at some point they cross paths don’t realize who the other is, and have a story about ‘This one fucking asshole’ they bring up everytime the Nein get together.

They never figure it out, but Artagan absolutely tells Jester who thinks it’s the funniest thing.

[amirmeavid]

I hope you die in a fire you pos terf ass mf

ARE Y'ALL FUCKING TRACKING ME DOWN?!

Me: I think trans men experience bigotry for being trans men.

Y'all somehow: TERF! TERF! PEDO AND TERF!

[datura-tea]

when gwen came back to vault 101, no one cheered. no one welcomed her back. which is to be expected - there were some who blamed her for what happened. butch thought that was bullshit, but no one would ever hear him defending gwen. especially not gwen. so he watched from a distance when she stomped into the vault in her too-big boots, dried blood in her hair, dusty and dirty and standing taller than he had ever seen her.

gwen lit up when she saw amata, but quickly dimmed when amata approached her hesitantly, as if scared. butch can't blame amata; this new gwen, wasteland gwen, looked like vault gwen only in passing. wasteland gwen was rougher, tougher. imposing. her rifle slung easily from her shoulder.

butch wondered if she had ever killed anyone with it.

butch decided to break the silence. he pointed at gwen's rifle. "ever killed anyone with that thing?"

he leaned against the door as gwen and amata talked, noting gwen's frown deepening the more amata filled her in. she was all business now; very serious, impartial and indifferent. asking questions like: what happened here? what do you want me to do? how much are you going to pay me? which unsettled butch a little. gwen was never a joker, but she never took anything seriously, either. to see her stone-cold and stern (like james) was new, and it was concerning.

so when gwen passed him on her way to the overseer, he walked in step with her. she nodded at him. he nodded back. they stayed like that for a few blocks, just quiet. which was new, also. before, they would've been talking each other's ears off, firing off insults and jabs one after another.

gwen rolled her eyes. "hi, gwen," she said in a deepened voice. "it's nice to see you again, gwen. i was so worried about you, gwen." she sighed. "just shot wilkins with it."

"wilkins is dead?"

"fuck if i know. i didn't stay to check." she doubled back to peer into the clinic. she turned to butch, her hands on her hips. "look, what do you want from me?"

butch looked her in the eye. no need to beat around the bush, then. "i need to get out of here, man."

gwen shrugged. "then get out of here. what's stopping you and your dinky little knife?"

"dinky? what are you calling dinky?" butch bristled. "this thing's sharp as fuck."

"that shit can't peel an apple. that shit's barely worth a cap."

butch frowned. "the fuck is a cap?"

"wasteland money. it's dumb." gwen entered the clinic as she talked. butch followed her. "they use fucking bottlecaps."

"there's money up there?" brotch taught them about money and trade, but they didn't use it in the vault. "no vouchers? no rations?"

"no, man. you find food or you trade or you starve." gwen was rummaging through the rubble in james' office. "i've just been eating cold cram."

"but you're eating what you want," butch said. "you have a choice."

"yeah, i guess. it's just..." gwen sighed again and faced butch. "i'm not gonna lie, dude, it's bad out there. you get shot at, you get chased by randos, you eat 200-year old shit because you can't find fresh food. there's choices, sure, but it's between two shitty choices all the time." she gestured at their surroundings. "but, even with all that... it's loads better than this shithole."

butch whooped. "so you'll help me escape?"

"i'm going to do what amata wants, and that's to get the door open. what you do after that is your business." gwen went to the framed verse on the wall and opened it. "here we go."

butch went to her. she took out a bobby pin and a screwdriver and jimmied the lock, which broke with a small click. the safe opened, and gwen took out a small bag and some schematics. she stuffed both in her battered pack.

"okay, butch, i'm gonna go deal with the overseer," she said, patting his shoulder. "go do... whatever you want. go fucking wild. no one in here, or out there, cares."

"thanks?" butch watched her walk past him. gwen stopped when she got to the door.

"if you do get out, though," she said, "i live in this house in megaton. right at the entrance. you can't miss it. you're - and i can't believe i'm saying this - welcome there."

butch felt warmth bloom in his chest. it felt weird and gross, but not unwelcome. he smiled at her. she smiled back. and then she was gone.

[bendoodle]

If one more man in my workplace tries to ask me out i will set the whole place on fire, i don't care anymore. I can't keep doing this over and over. These fucking idiots want to get into the pants of a fucking NPC, the person they work with isn't REAL! THAT'S A MIRROR MADE TO BOUNCE BACK WHATEVER YOU THROW AT IT IN HOPE TO END THE INTERACTION SWIFTLY AND WITHOUT ANY ISSUE. THAT SIMULACRUM OF ME IS THERE TO MAKE MONEY AND THAT'S ALL! NO friendship! NO relationship! You DON'T get to know anything about me! you get a COWORKER! and that's IT!

[silverlakes]

as a romanian watching Castlevania the only thing that takes me out of the story and makes me cackle like a witch is the pronunciation of the town Târgoviște

like my brother in Christ thank Heavens they made it in English and no other romanian words are present (at least in season 1)

I am no longer horrified to not be able to properly pronounce some words in English

[stalebagels]

Hi I don't know what this is meant to be but have it anyway

[thetimelordbatgirl]

New school attendance rules (that are stupid as fuck) being published has me learning people didn't even know that the UK fines people for their kids not being in school unauthorized???

[ultrawhalnar]

Something that is ultimately inconsequential but personally Really Fucking Annoys Me is when people insist that in glass onion the Mona Lisa that gets burned is a fake. It was a funny concept the first time someone mentioned it and now it just drives me completely insane. Like, first of all, their whole reasoning for it is that the real Mona Lisa is painted on wood and the one in the movie is canvas, but when we see it burning it doesn't even fucking look like canvas, it looks like paint flecking off wood.

And second of all, you realize how it being a fake ruins the climax of the movie, right? Miles Bron killed two people, but they lack the solid evidence a court would need to convict him, and the shitheads are still too scared to testify against him. The ONLY WAY a billionaire asshole like Miles Bron is gonna face literally any consequences for his actions is if France and the Louvre come after him like rabid dogs for getting the Mona Fucking Lisa destroyed with his hindenburg house and insurance-defying dumbass button. "Your fuel of the future just barbecued the world's most famous painting" is the moment that the shitheads realize Miles is fucked and the only way to save their own skins is to testify against him. He's the asshole here, because his recklessness destroyed the goddamn Mona Lisa. If the Louvre saw everyone freaking out on Twitter and just came out like "ah no worries guys he just had a copy the real Mona Lisa is fine" then immediately the situation changes from "a priceless piece of art and culture is gone forever because of this man and his experimental fuel" to "haha this idiot burned his own building down. Good thing the Mona Lisa is safe." It'd get memed on for a little while before being promptly forgotten. No more outrage, just relief. And if he hasn't irrevocably vaporized an icon and incurred the wrath of everyone on planet earth then the shitheads suddenly don't have to turn against him anymore, sure this whole thing is embarrassing but it's not life-ruining, let's keep holding onto that golden tit.

Miles Bron murdered two people. Let it ruin his life. Burn the fucking Mona Lisa.

[fastofthekillones]

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I'm just going to pin this post and use it to find weird tags that I have inexplicably written on something, mostly for my own gratification, but if any of you wonderful weirdos wanna look, feel free

[exsqueezememacaroni]

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