#yeah she's sooooo normal
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monty-glasses-roxy · 10 months ago
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Roxy: I'm pretty normal honestly.
Roxy: Despite what my maximum security clearance and my eyes that see through walls may say about me.
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simplepotatofarmer · 10 months ago
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i took a nap earlier while my oldest watched brittney m. crockpot and cupid so i could stay up tonight and watch them, just in case. we've never let a hen raise a chick before so i'm a little paranoid, especially since cupid means a lot to me.
but she's doing so good. she's such a sweet mama and it makes me tear up, especially knowing her history.
also cluck decided not to be broody now so i think i made the right choice in which hen i picked.
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imabiscuitinthousandworlds · 2 months ago
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sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.
#me showing up at the theatre: be normal be normal be normal be normal be no#me realising they added some things and it adds a lot of characerisation: BE NORMAL BE NORMAL BE NORMAL BE NORMAL BE NORMAL BE NORMAL!!!!!#(misson failed but at least i was Quiet lmao)#the fun thing about seeing this several times tho is that by now ive stopped trying to figure out the plot#bc i Know the plot by now and i can speak along to a decent portion of lines#so now i focus not on what they mean but what exactly they say in any moment#i notice all the small irrelevant lines that still add so much to the characters voices and dynamics#its sooooo fun#and sometimes its also just really funny#'hell do good' 'didnt you just talk to him? the fuck he will. that man cant even pretend to have any self control'#i mean she was RIGHT#my man is out here being such a miserable little fuck being dramatic about his problems#if he could get a grip on himself for like five minutes everyone could have lived! idiot <3#AND THE OTHER GUY#if you had just KEPT AWAY instead of Walking Up To Your Murderer and distracred them for like. a few minutes longer IT WOULD ZAVE WORKED#like yeah youd still be dead BUT THAT WAS THE POINT WASNT IT#LIKE THIS YOU JUST DIED FOE NOTHING#YOUE BUDDY DIES TOO BC YOU GOT YOURSELF MURDERED TOO SOON. idiot#ill be honest. if they had kissed (and if youd seen rhe way they LOOK at each other) things might have actually gone well#im convinced of this#i have Textual Evidence#anyway. i should read the og play and find out if its the play or just the actors#like do the characters actually constantly refer to each other as 'my [name/title]' or did the theatre make it even gayer themselves#ik the actors are doing it on purpose anyway. that is Not coincidence#a biscuit's rambles
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coconut530 · 2 months ago
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Bump in the Night & Sleeptober Day 6: An Untimely Death & Pyre
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wayfinderships · 1 year ago
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Good evening gamers!!! Just wanted to wish you all a good night! I had a very nice night <3 Also expect some new f/os to be added tomorrow!
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elemom · 1 year ago
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akita should have killed the ice emperor i will scream it from the rooftops
AKITA SHOULD HAVE KILLED THE ICE EMPEROR
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talentforlying · 1 year ago
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day 2.
' ey, luv. just wanted to 'ear your voice. '
low, raspy, tired. just the sort of thing you'd expect from a late-night caller, spouting cheap lines from soppy B-movies with titles along the lines of no place like home for the holidays. a little more easy-breezy casual than you'd expect from someone cuddled up to an ansaphone.
' best be keepin' safe, an' all. tell me not t'cause trouble, you're the bleedin' poster child for it. how m'i supposed to keep from gettin' bored without you around, eh? '
the rustle of sheets as he stretches, sighs. brief, content silence, like an audible glow at the end of the line.
' don't make fun of me f'i say i miss you already. i do. i 'ope whatever it is you're doin' works and it en't hard, an' you end up back 'ere before i open my eyes in the morning. f'not, you just drop us a line, yeah, an' i'll come by to 'elp. wherever it is you are. i'll find a way. '
it's quiet again, but not silent. the creak of a mattress, the pad of bare feet on wood, the pouring of a drink. humming, soft and absent-minded. a sip, and a sigh. a smack of lips. sharing a late night with her, even when she's not around to hear.
' right. i'll let you go, then. you be good, now. '
day 12.
' oi, i know a couple days is relative to you n'i, but at least drop a line at the end of week one, yeah? so i know you're still breathin'? '
light and humorous, syllables tripping in the dizzy spirals of sleeplessness. there's crashing in the background, like someone's going to town on a hunk of metal with a wrench. it fades slightly with a shuffle of shoes in dirt, as though he's belatedly realized the potential for eardrum damage and stepped away.
' been workin' me tail off over 'ere, chasin' ghost stories. been some weird shite with the veil between worlds recently, gettin' thinner in places. nothin' cataclysmic, mind, easy fixes all. but i wouldn't mind havin' my best girl at me side, one'o these times. smooths things over when there's a less breakable pretty face around. '
the banging in the background stops, followed by a vague holler. a laugh barks into the receiver, half-mischief, half-mocking.
' chas sends 'is love. as best he can do, anyways, you know chas. try t'dig the one stick out of his arse, all you'll wind up with is two — geroff! '
the scuffled sounds of wrestling take up the line, phone speaker knocking between fingers and furniture as scouse and london overlap incoherently in a battle for dominion of speech. it's almost a full minute before a hasty ' alright, alright, fuck! ' that signals surrender ( point to chas ) and the clatter subsides, voice returning to the speaker with a scornful huff.
' big pillock. anyway, you 'eard him, love and all that. be well, yeah? chuck us a good word when you've got the chance, you know it'd give me peace'o mind an' all. see you soon, i hope. '
day 52.
' c'mon, answer. ' curt, stressed, stern. teetering on a cliff-edge between detached and despairing. ' fucking answer, lilly. whatever you've gotten yerself into, whatever's happened, i need to 'ear you say you're fine. or you're not fine, or you're bloody well awful, or you 'ate my guts and have fucked off to switzerland to become a nun. something. give me something. '
a sharp, shuddering breath in. the thud of a fist against a solid surface from close-range: table, maybe, from the accompanying rattle and the slither of paper to the floor. pacing steps chase more haphazard sounds across wood, like rolling bottles and the skitter of scattered pencils.
' just give me one word. ' there's no hard edge to that one, no stoic pretense; he sounds lonely. he sounds like he's grieving. ' please. just . . . pick up the bloody phone. give me one word, an' i won't call again. '
long, long silence. the sharp snikt of a lighter flicking open and on, and the accompanying sizzle of paper catching a little too close to the speaker. a deep breath in, a harsh one out.
then a frustrated growl, and the crunch of glass.
day 120.
' "gone for a few days". ' it's acid, chemical backwash from a long night and a few bevs and four months of radio silence. he sounds bitter, sounds scraped-thin — sounds a few bottles off from making friends with the toilet seat. ' cosmic bleedin' check-up. i found yer fucking note, y'know. doesn't make it any better. you should've told me to my bloody face, 'cos this? this is . . . this is. '
clink and clatter of glass rolling, a wordless snarl with no bite. long, steady silence, with the soft rustle of hands in hair.
' haven't stopped looking, but i can't find you. you know i can't find you, don'tje? did you plan it like that? to just up n'leave and i'll never see you again? that's fucked, lilly. you know that's fucked. '
a low, aching laugh, angry and desperate and beyond anything else, exhausted, and the clumsy thud of fingers seeking out the end button that almost drowns out the rest:
' do you care? '
day 164.
nothing spoken; just the soft sounds of movement. quiet breaths, shaky at the ends, unsteady. too loud to be self-soothing, too quiet to be shameless.
there's a few hitching starts, like he's going to speak. a swallow here, a half-formed consonant there. it comes to nothing.
the call comes to nothing.
day 260.
' i'm done. '
this voice is flat. hollowed out of anything and everything he might have wanted to give her. something's been lost between this call and the last, something irreplaceable, something ripped and carved and flayed out of him. even the shiver of loss that threatens to trip his tongue is muted, like it's coming from thousands of fathoms below the sea, where mortal things either evolve under pressure or crush like aluminium cans.
he didn't evolve.
' this is maudlin. it's not doing any good. you're just as dead as my s — ' a muted sound, choking on something unvoiced. a swallow so loud it pops in the speaker. he returns compacted, composed, syllables strung so crisp and tight there's no way for emotion to creep between the lines. ' . . . and if you're not, you made your decisions. i'm not in 'em. so let's pack it in and quit while we're ahead, yeah? before you ruin me pretty speech and pick up the phone. '
this silence builds on itself like static: longer than all the rest, and heavier. weighing down, and down, and down.
finally, after a breadth of time so long it goes immeasurable, an empty little chuckle.
' yeah. s'what i thought you'd say. '
day 300.
340. 350. 360.
day 364.
a drink and a note slide along the bar top. he looks up.
he won't look anywhere else for hours.
@asteritm / MIDNIGHT CALLS
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szczylpierdolony · 9 months ago
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the actually worst part of doing things alone is getting other people to not want to go with you
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handcat · 1 year ago
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my friend recently went on adderal and was describing the difference between how she was before and after and i Realized…. i 100% fit her before symptoms…..
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lighthouseas · 1 year ago
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so there's this girl at my work
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ssaalexblake · 2 years ago
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And I still think people fail to clock lucy saxon as a failed moment of class commentary. She didn’t give a single shit if normal people suffered, because if her rich upperclass english ass was dealing out the hurt then it was a non issue to her. The second the master victimised her, she hated him. She hated him because he hurt Her. She shot him because he hurt Her. Not because he did all those other things, That she rejoiced in. She was complicit and even an active perpetrator. 
She’s a dark mirror to the Doctor’s companions just as the master is a dark mirror to the doctor. The doctor and their companions save the world Together. The companions take credit. And so, flipped on its head, Lucy should take the blame for her part in what was done and ten painting her only as a victim is a robbing of her agency and a total defanging of any commentary on how the upper class treats the rest of us. As in, everything goes so long as it doesn’t hurt Them. 
Why did they think we had to be on team lucy to get a kick out of her shooting the master? Her motivations for doing so are absolutely sound Without her being portrayed as an innocent or even slightly sympathetic. What she did was absolutely abhorrent, her being victimised was also wrong and while I cannot tell you how unimpressed I am by simm’s straight up domestic violence phase, I also contain the ability to know that that was wrong Without reducing her as a character to anything But the victim. That’s a whole other issue in itself for reasons outside of class commentary. 
She was english old family rich, used to a certain status in life because of it, and got a meal ticket to continue this. It went wrong. It went wrong only when it hurt her. How very typical of the behaviour of that class of people. They didn’t need to Say anything about class in this story, they just needed to not paint her as merely a victim and it would have spoken for itself.  
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irhabiya · 1 year ago
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being a stand in sp because there weren't enough for the clinical lab and having everyone give me concerned looks while checking my pulse shjsksk
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hella1975 · 2 years ago
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loveeeeeeee when my one very spoilt flatmate says some shit about how she treats her mum/how she talks to her mum and me and my other flatmate just look at each other for a silent moment and both just go 'no id be dead'
#like flatmate no.1 is the spoilt one and ive known her as well as flatmate no.2 since not just first year but FRESHERS#like these are my uni 4lifers we've known each other since the first two weeks flatmate no.2 i met on my first DAY#so it's quite funny bc ive SEEN flatmate no.1 change her atittude over time#and i think it's a joint effort of being exposed to different people at uni#and also bc ive just beaten her down every time she says something even remotely ignorant/spoilt#like i normally wouldnt give myself that much credit for a single person's character arc but flatmate no.2 BARELY saw us last year#and me and flatmate no.1 were basically joint at the hip so it was a proximity thing more than me just being super cool and inspiring#so basically what im getting at is that in first year she was sooooo shamelessly spoilt#and it was so clear she just had never hung out with people who WERENT spoilt#and nowadays she's v good at letting herself be the butt of the joke and she still gets iffy about dumb shit#but generally speaking she takes what we give her now whereas she used to ARGUE and that boiled my fucking blood#and it means we can talk more easily about these things and one thing that comes up A LOT is the difference in parenting#like i shit you not this girl uses a baby voice on her parents. it's actually uncomfortable#me however i was raised with a bloody mercenary whose genuine worst insult for us was to call us middle class LMAO#like my mum put tough love into the dictionary her VERBATIM catchphrase is 'fall in or fuck off'#and flatmate no.2 is ESTRANGED from her mum and has a very on-off relationship with her dad that has all round left her very independent#like for her there was no one there to spoil her and for me the person that was there would literally have rather died than have spoilt kid#so flatmate no.1 will say some bratty shit and me and flatmate no.2 are just there like??? are you fucking deranged???#the example that caused this post is that flatmate no.1's mum went into her room#and she was like '.... it smells like weed in here darling....' and my flatmate POINTED AT HER WEED AND WENT 'YEAH THAT'S WHY'#and she was telling us as a haha funny and i was like. THE DISRESPECT?#like my mum would be less angry about the weed than she was about the fact i didnt even respect her enough to hide it if that makes sense#she'd fucking clobber me id be out on the bloody street LMAO#spoilt kids and/or pushover parents just baffle me like i have never won a fight against my mum what are you even doing#'why didn't you do [rebellious thing] as a kid' BITCH I WAS SCARED LMFAO#hella goes to uni
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pebblezone · 2 years ago
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succumbing to the illness. becoming a hater. anyway look at this building they’re fucking destroying
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#talkingcore#they’ve been hosing her down everyday but it’s so windy she just blows onto people. not ideal#she used to be the rec building but she felt like tunnels she was stuffy and evil and the weights were separated in a mean way#not a fan but she’s dead now!!!!!!#every day can be destroy. build. destroy when you’re living the dream life#thinking about how like December 2021 I was doing my first run through of the bb discography and making my ratings#(had a lovely grid and rating system) but one of my biggest flaws was how low I rated love you#yeah the vocals are kinda trash but that’s what happens when you go from singing to critical acclaim to doing coke daily there are effects#like sure Mona is obnoxiously repetitive but dammit it’s a Little fun. we can ignore what the actual meaning of I wanna pick you up is#ignoring the actual meaning it’s a really nice and sweet song. once agai. 1970s Brian should not have been allowed to touch a pen#anyway this is a roundabout way of saying I caved in and put Johnny Carson on the 2023 playlist and I think it’s yelling in a not good way#I’d share it but I got Apple Music and I kinda like not doxxing myself 💔 sorry lads#maybe one day I’ll be ready to doxx myself#that way my employer can see all my really great takes and creations!!!#Twas sounding like i had been able to achieve the sweet sweet affects of t this morning but now I am Less ill and sound more normal#sad but good I kinda need to sound normal as long as I have to speak in class#yknow what’s a good album? make it big by wham that shit is sooooo good#you CAN have my credit card baby 🥰🦅🦅🦅🫡🦅🦅🦅
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meitantei-lavi · 1 year ago
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lowkey considering starting a gofundme for my poor little animal...
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rhysnolastname · 1 year ago
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I wanna go home and play dragon age
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