#where have I heard that line before

[hotvampireadjacent]

I’ve been reading king Leopold’s ghost. One line stands out to me

“After the protests against Leopold’s rule began in Europe, the Congo state had periodically made a big show of prosecuting low ranking white officials for atrocities against Africans. Occasionally the convinced men were sentenced to prison terms, although most of them were released after serving only a fraction of their time (219)

[darabeatha]

/ I think they should let Asclepius fuck around and find out without the threat of a thunder bolt snapping the back of his neck

[rohirric-hunter]

The Grim Southron can have an extremely stupid sword. As a treat

[sailforvalinor]

Watching Bumblebee (2018) suddenly made me remember my favorite moment in all of Transformers media and now I cannot stop thinking about it:

(MAJOR spoilers for Transformers: Prime, but honestly, it’s worth it)

[viideo-kidd]

Sherlock "oopsie..there's a lie" Holmes 🤝 Jonathan "Helen...was that a lie?" Sims

[ghostdnfie]

bro okay the funniest thing just happened i was watching the princess and the frog (bc i haven't watched it since i was like. 6 maybe?) and then that song came up that goes 'i got voodoo i got hoodoo i got things i aint even tried' and i instantly got smiletwt flashbacks 😭😭

[sovonight]

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[5eraphim]

Hind of an odd question but how did you get into tf2 in the first place

i can actually tell u exactly when i really got into it bc i so vividly remember the exact day it clicked with me-

November 15th, 2022

i was having a mental breakdown in a roach motel (all i could afford on my own at the time) in austin, texas and i was going through a post-manic depressive episode, hadn't slept in 3 days straight, and was feeling all scared about the future, a romantic relationship was falling apart, and i was so far away from home, austin is literally on the other end of the country relative to home (and like it's a long story but by GOD was i goin through it-)

anyway, it was late at night and i was curled up in the fetal position in bed sort of staring at the wall while youtube was playing on the desk in the background. a video from a channel i followed for ages was talking about overwatch two bombing hard, and kept refrencing TF2 as a good counter-alternative and, by chance, youtube autoplayed a compilation of the "meet the team" videos after and like, watching that was the first thing to make me laugh audibly since i got to austin.

i deadass had NO idea TF2 was one of the biggest video game franchises of all time (somehow) and fell down rabbithole of lore videos, twitter meme accounts and like, really found this beautiful little community and one i wanted to join when i got access to my pc again.

like i realize this might sound kinda pathetic, but it was something i could hold onto, if that makes sense? and remind myself "life isn't pure hell, there are more good things to discover and enjoy" and it's what finally got me back into posting fandom writing on tumblr since a 3 year hiatus.

and heeeere we are today :')

[caterpillarinacave]

my world has been flipped over

[diluc33rpm]

the romance/relationship system in bg3 is genuinely some of the worst designed shit i've ever seen in any game with that feature but at least the memes we get out of it are funny. once saw someone comment something along the lines of 'patch note: waving at gale will no longer cause him to buy a house for the two of you to retire in' and i've never recovered since

[miraculousbohemian]

"Until next time, Xena"

"Oh, you think there's gonna be one?" -Ares and Xena, S6EP20

vs

"You were lucky. Next time-"

"There won't be a next time, Xena." -Tony and Gamora, S2EP4

[avvocarlo]

it's insane the place is pretty much a direct upgrade despite actually being technically cheaper. where we lived was already desirable yet Uhhh idk Gritty? which had pros and cons. anyway my point is we already had a good spot, yet this is even better

[radio-4-is-static]

賜物 - RADWIMPS

[hotroadkill]

today 2 years ago i was in america and i had the worst hangover of my life and i was in a waffle house with my friend in awkward silence bc we’d fought in a stranger’s kitchen the night before and the server refilled my water for the 5th time while i fought to swallow half a forkful of hashbrowns and she said “i know that look, y’all had a good time at the superbowl last night” and i was thinking actually we had a mediocre time at a nerd bar where u throw darts and all the drinks r named weird things and anyway my friend gives the fakest laugh ive ever heard followed by “yep we sure did” like are we in a CW show right now what was that line delivery and also what even is the superbowl i was born here and should know but honestly i’ve always just pictured everyone gathering at a comically large bowl of cereal but her nametag says leslie and she’s really nice and she’s refilling my water for the 6th time so yeah sure whatever i’m a red blooded american i’ll be anything for leslie in this moment and she tells us stories about working at bars downtown and my friend tells me bad jokes and i feel a little better even though my heart is kind of withering away because my flight is in 17 hours and theres not enough time never enough time i won’t see him for another year and a half and i won’t ever see leslie again and if i ever run into the italian stranger who fell in love with me over darts then it won’t be the same because we won’t be dancing and i’m sitting in a waffle house while the sun sets and i’m sweating gin and tequila and my flight is in 16 hours and i have so many goodbyes to say in this

city because when i was fifteen somebody threw my glass heart onto the floor of my childhood house and bits of it shattered everywhere and fell into the cracks of the floorboards and behind the fridge and i’ll never ever get them out much less back together but i feel like ive been trying for eight years all the same and my flight is in 15 hours but maybe if my friend brings me home now i can spend three of those looking for more shards even though i’ll cut my hand because time never wore down any of the hurt because time might heal wounds but it cant really do jack shit about a metaphysical glass shard its still gonna make me bleed and my friend brings me home and we curl up beside each other in my childhood bedroom thats too small for us it was really a supply room but it became my bedroom when i was eleven and i painted it blue and put up stickers of fish and never took them down but someone someday will take them down and hopefully the house burns to the ground before anyone can touch them theyre mine i grew up here theyre mine dont touch them dont please dont please please please i grew up here and my flight is in 12 hours now because i fell asleep beside my friend and he let me because he knew i needed it he kept watch even though we dont have time we never do because he has to go now and all i can give him is a hug and my hoodie to keep safe until i can see him again and fight him in a stranger’s kitchen again and the sun is gone now and i go and i sit with my dad and my flight is in 10 hours and im trying

not to cry im trying to stare at the stickers because maybe if i look at all of it hard enough i’ll get to stay but i dont because thats not how it works and now my flight is in 4 hours because i fell asleep in my childhood loft bed and now i have to leave i have to pack up and go for the fifth time and it never never gets easier and i know i only have a few more trips left until someone takes my stickers down and paints over my ocean but for now my best friend’s stepmother comes with me and my dad to the airport because my best friend is in college two states away and my flight is in 3 hours and i cry i cry so much and she cries too because she loves me and i think it is such a beautiful blessed thing that i am so loved but oh it is so painful too because i spend more time in its absence than its presence and my flight is in 2 hours and i have to go and my dad is waving goodbye and i see it because i looked back because im stupid i always look back i never look forward i’m forever walking blind through my life because i’m looking back and i can tell my dad is crying and now i have to go through TSA sobbing and it’s awkward because they ask are you okay kid and im not but i cant tell them sorry its just that when i was fifteen somebody threw my glass heart onto the floor of my childhood house and bits of it shattered everywhere and fell into the cracks of the floorboards and behind the fridge and i’ll never ever get them out i cant tell them that so i nod yes im okay and i go and my flight is in 1 hour and i hope it fucking crashes and my flight is in the air and im so far away from all those shards on the kitchen floor now but they’re hurting me all the same and i think i look kind of insane sobbing in the middle seat but how can i miss so many people and so many rooms at once and not lose my mind a little bit? i was going to tell you a short witty little joke about the time i realized i was 21 and didnt know what the superbowl was but i think i slipped on a shard. i’m sorry. maybe next time i’ll get it right. maybe in another two years. maybe you’ll never see me again. maybe this is all the time we had.

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

i don’t want to go to rehearsal tonight im so tired !!!

[fingertipsmp3]

Keep having recurring dreams that I’m in prison