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“My little kriegie marconi”

the porn director: CUT!CUT! WHAT THE FUCK

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Four Weeks til Christmas ✨

By: mysweetcreature on Ao3

Summary:

Officer: Sir this is Curtis White of the Shawano County Sheriff's Department, are you sitting down, son?

John: No m’not- can you please explain what this is about?

Officer: You’ll want to be sitting down for this-

John: Mr. White please-

Officer: At around 3 o’clock this afternoon my deputies and I were called out by a local who had witnessed the incident not long after it happened. My coronary team was able to identify the young lady sitting in the passenger seat as Mrs. Anna Pingleton, and this number was listed on her license as her emergency contact. We’ll need you guys to come down to station to be able to properly identify the body and-

*The sound of the phone falling to to ground*

Or: The one where John’s sister, Anna (Annie) passes away due to a fatal car accident on Thanksgiving. The only thing she left behind was her six year old daughter and John’s niece, Claire, who he’s never met. A story about the trials and tribulations of the Buck’s trying to become new dads, dealing with grief and making the perfect Christmas for Claire. They’ve got four weeks, can they do it?

Ch. 1/4 (plus a possible epilogue 🤫)

Word Count: 7,572

we love a good festive song rec- the tone is VERY fitting ✨

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Being a psychiatrist in the 60s/70s was so fucking crazy, like I imagine that's what it felt like to be a pirate in Pirate Times (1650-1730) or a cowboy in Cowboy Times (1866-1886). They were psychiatrists in the Psychiatrist Times. I hope they appreciated it

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gale should’ve killed that kid. just for the emotional repercussions

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Four Weeks til Christmas ✨

By: mysweetcreature on Ao3

Summary:

Officer: Sir this is Curtis White of the Shawano County Sheriff's Department, are you sitting down, son?

John: No m’not- can you please explain what this is about?

Officer: You’ll want to be sitting down for this-

John: Mr. White please-

Officer: At around 3 o’clock this afternoon my deputies and I were called out by a local who had witnessed the incident not long after it happened. My coronary team was able to identify the young lady sitting in the passenger seat as Mrs. Anna Pingleton, and this number was listed on her license as her emergency contact. We’ll need you guys to come down to station to be able to properly identify the body and-

*The sound of the phone falling to to ground*

Or: The one where John’s sister, Anna (Annie) passes away due to a fatal car accident on Thanksgiving. The only thing she left behind was her six year old daughter and John’s niece, Claire, who he’s never met. A story about the trials and tribulations of the Buck’s trying to become new dads, dealing with grief and making the perfect Christmas for Claire. They’ve got four weeks, can they do it?

Ch. 1/4 (plus a possible epilogue 🤫)

Word Count: 7,572

we love a good festive song rec- the tone is VERY fitting ✨

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when people find details in my writing that i didn't intend to mean anything but still find a way to connect it to the themes of the work or find meaning in it thus making the piece feel more whole because of both the creator and the viewer

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I need them in another film together asap

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Whenever I catch myself tweaking out a bit too much about HBOwar characters I think of this tweet

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Gale called Uli’s number a few days later. He couldn’t say why he did it, but he had decided that the why didn’t really matter. In fact, he was beginning to suspect that it never did. Why, as his father always used to say, was a crooked letter, it never pointed anywhere you wanted to go. Gale had never asked his parents why they didn’t love him but there was no answer they could have given that would have made it hurt any less. He was calling Uli because something compelled him to, that was as much thought as he cared to give it.

It only took a few rings for Uli to pick up, too short of a time for him to have come from another room. Gale imagined him sitting right beside the telephone, waiting as if he knew someone was going to call. Gale had only met Uli twice but he got the impression that he was very lonely, far from home. He wondered whether that was how Uli spent all of his free time, just sitting by the phone in his apartment, hoping that it would ring.

ch10/?, 68,227 words

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Literally nothing will make me more evil than just being sort of overwhelmed by Noises

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“i like your aftershave” line being unscripted is literally so funny and further proof that austin butler turns every man within a fifty foot radius of him into a raging homosexual

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"would you lie to someone if it'd help/protect them?" is such a funny question. buddy I'd lie to someone if it means i get five minutes of peace. I'd lie for a pepsi can. I'd lie for literally no fucking reason. i don't have any psychological issues btw

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this is literally me! I tell my staff “i’m gonna go work on paperwork” and then hide in my office writing yaoi for like 2 hours 🤷🏽‍♀️

Catch me writing MotA fanfic at work

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If Luigi murdered a homeless black guy going through a mental health crisis on a train, Luigi would have been exonerated because of a technicality that said homeless guy was dying anyway or some shit. They’d ask “what about his family?” If Luigi stabbed and killed some brown people instead of shooting some CEO, the police nor the FBI would not have placed bounties on him nor began a manhunt like they didn’t when the exact thing happened on the same exact day in the same fucking city only minutes apart.

Terrorism is not only a socially constructed term but a politically charged one that is dictated by what action that the labeler deems impermissible. When health insurance companies deny, delay, and depose millions of people to their inevitable deaths, it’s not deemed terroristic. It is an acceptable social murder and let’s not soften the term because it is in fact murder that they are committing. But that man’s one act exposed what the authoritarian class thinks of us all. We aren’t valuable.

And that should make you violently fucking angry.