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remembering the time I called american psycho (a satirical film about toxic masculinity) a dark comedy and the overwhelming response was 'oh so u think men killing sex workers is funny? u think THAT'S funny?' like no I find a patrick batemen listening to 'i'm walking on sunshine', killing jared leto while wearing a clear raincoat and giving a dissertation on huey lewis n the news, using 'I need to return some video tapes' to get out of awkward situations, throwing a hissy fit about business cards, dropping a chainsaw down a flight of stairs, thinking an atm is telling him to feed it cats, and crying hysterically under a desk is funny. but thank u for ur wonderful insight

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i believe israeli politicians and media personalities mean it when they say gaza should be flattened, destroyed and ethnically cleansed. i believe they mean it when they say there is no reason to distinguish between hamas militants and civilians. i believe this is their real position and i believe that their statements apply to hospitals in gaza

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"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."

vs

"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."

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Walker Family sketches because they’re my new obsession and they deserved better

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Love how Merrick seems mad all the time. One, mood. Two, so goofy because he pulls a whole 360 right when Elias dies and IMMEDIATELY takes Logan+Hesh under his wing. He was being ENTIRELY too nice right before the final assault. "Your father was a good man, he'd want you to have this" blah blah blah. Just say you're willing to die for the boys and move on like everyone else did, it takes less time.

No one: *Literally nothing* Merrick, gaining the Dad Instincts that Elias left to him in his will or some shit:

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This mfka can’t sit up straight to save his life. Like all the scenes he’s got he’s hunched over like he’s cramping. I know he got scoliosis or something 😭

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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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UNITED IN GRIEF

"I HOPE YOU FIND SOME PEACE OF MIND IN THIS LIFETIME" I've always liked the idea that Price gets nightmares from the previous timeline, being the only one left by the end.

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strong man!

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some girl and her dog

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hi!

i want a sequel. and im suffering. ergo, this.

hope u enjoy! feedback very welcome

warnings: hurt no comfort, spoilers for the game

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this is precisely what wasn’t supposed to happen.

they got complacent. success got into their head, and they let themselves relax. if they were better, if he was better, none of this would’ve happened. if only he–

“i can hear you thinking.” keegan interrupted his downride spiral. he knew there wasn’t anything he could do, logically. dad was gone. nothing could change that. it didn’t really help the guilt, tho. 

logan was asleep next to him, jostling around nervously. he passed out almost as soon as they got on the helicopter. the gunshot wound he was sporting has been dressed. it wasn’t perfect, but it would do.

he couldn't stop thinking about the way he fought back against rorke. the only one who tried to do anything to stop what was happening, and yet, he also knew his brother wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, or forget the way their father was laying next to him and dying, still trying to fucking reassure his youngest and make sure he knew he was proud of him. proud of them. 

he knew none of them would ever be able to sleep peacefully knowing that their leader, their protector died by the hands of a person he once considered his best friend. the person they trusted. at least keegan and merrick did. 

speaking of merrick, the man was clearly trying to power through the pain of his broken ribs, completely aware of the fact that now the ghosts were without a leader. and someone had to step in. someone had to fill elias’s shoes and navigate them, while also making sure they wouldn’t fall apart. that they wouldn’t let their anger guide them onto a path rorke was forced to take. 

hesh always had a temper, tho. and he didn’t think he would be able to stop himself from doing whatever was necessary to make sure rorke didn’t get to continue breathing and living through another day. he looked at logan again. his younger brother, his brave, kind and good brother, who already suffered so much, and wouldn’t ever be able to rest again the same. he can’t let that happen. he can’t let anything happen to logan, he can’t lose the only family he had left. 

he’ll do whatever it takes. even if it means dying in the process. 

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logan was gone. 

yet again, they let their victory overshadow reality. god, he thought they did it, he thought they finally managed to get rid of the fucking parasite that has been infesting them since the beginning. 

he felt like bashing his head against a wall. how could he let this happen? how could he let him take everything he had left? 

the federation had logan. rorke had logan. he knew what they were doing to him. rorke capture provided them with answers he wished he didn’t. because knowing how much suffering his brother was going through, how much pain he was subjected to, because he couldn’t get his fucking legs to work and fight rorke, save logan, instead having to watch as he was dragged away, by the man he thought he killed, and being unable to do a single fucking thing about it was probably haunt him for the rest of his life. 

“we have to find him. we can’t let rorke, the federation get to him. if they kill him, if they manage to turn him-” hesh couldn’t tell if he was still screaming or not. he felt like he was drowning. his voice wasn’t carrying as much force as it usually did. it  broke, and it almost sounded like a sob. 

“we’re doing everything we can for now, hesh. we physically can’t go after them - we have nothing. the federation is in disarray, but we suffered too many losses to be able to do anything. we have no leads, you’re still healing for fucks sake. there isn’t anything we can do for now. you know the second we can, we’re going after him, after them. we’ll find him.” merrick sounded far away for hesh - trying to keep his composure, but clearly feeling the effects of what he perceived as a failure. 

there was a reason he was chosen as the leader, tho. despite everything, he still managed to sound more reasonable than anyone else was feeling right now. hesh’s distant thought was that he sounded like dad, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to actually acknowledge it. he almost wished he could just go find logan himself, but he knew merrick was right. there was nothing they could do for now. he felt like banging his head against a wall. 

he needed sleep. they all needed sleep and rest, so they could get the fuck up and find logan. also to hunt rorke and rip him limb to limb. they weren’t going to let him get away with this. he’s going to take his time and tear him apart for what he put them through. hesh is going to make him fucking suffer, and he’s going to get his little brother home, safe. 

he had to.