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there's been a mistake. im supposed to be up there, i think.

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it's not clocking to you that im standing on business

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"Robotvendor Rex," by Colin Hay, scanned from Omni Magazine's February 1986 issue

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i have always loved the handsign for "i dont know" because it is like acting out, "look, i touched my brain and now it's on my hand and i'm showing it to you. and it's just... it's not in there. look for yourself. i literally don't know it. it's not in my brain."

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balenciogi, my everythinggggggggg

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me posting jersey club edits????? i don't even go here

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John Waters "No Smoking" PSA [Landmark Theatres, 1982]

Directed by Douglas Brian Martin, and produced by Douglas Brian Martin and Steven M. Martin for the Landmark's Nuart Theatre in Los Angeles in conjunction with their screenings of Waters' PINK FLAMINGOS. Scanned from an original 35mm print from the collection of Chip Ordway.

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1 or 3??? club scene crack or kim-lookalike crack both sound interesting

i fking love your ideas <3333

i want to finish the club scene crack for the challenge SOOOOOOO BADDD MAEEEEE

i rewatched that scene (for the challenge, for science) and i was like, "whoa whoa whoa hold on a minute. Kim puts his hand so close to Chay's mouth when he's scolding him. Chay should bite him like a scared dog." ejaksehkasjehakjsehase

i have made us a helpful diagram, to solve for x:

so Chay bites him/draws blood and it makes a curse settle in. Something like, "I wish you understood me!" and then suddenly they can read each other's minds because can you imagine mindreading after that little tiff?

Excerpt below the cut:

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kim seethed.

Porsche’s voice had taken on a similar quality a handful of times. Kim was scared. That was all this was. For someone who offered little explanation for anything - he sure hated being kept in the dark.

But that question… it wasn’t ‘I love you,’ it wasn’t ‘Let's be friends,’ and it sure as hell wasn’t, ‘Do you need a ride home?’

There were a lot of alternates Chay might’ve accepted - such as, ‘I heard men can get pregnant? Do you want to experiment?’ or ‘I can’t remember if I have a tattoo on my ass cheek or not. Can you help me check?’ or even, ‘Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?’

This - ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ - was not one of those alternates.

The words that came out of his mouth, then, sounded thin, even to himself. “What I’m doing is my business,” Chay argued, indignant, “Why are you doing this? I’ve never messed with you. Don’t mess with my business.”

Some part of Chay had wanted that pill - regardless of where the night might’ve gone after that. He craved oblivion.

The emotion behind the challenge felt good. He’d been too much of a brokenhearted mess the last time they’d talked - if Chay could call that last interaction outside of Kim’s apartment talking. Getting the blows in, now, assuring that there was as much anger as there was tears - it felt good.

Kim was ready to argue. Chay could see it in the way his lip twitched, the way he was breathing hard, gaze ramping up from nuclear to supernova.

“From now on, what you do is your own damn decision,” Kim said coldly, invoking the words as if they were a witch’s curse.

Another unacceptable alternate.

And, practically, Chay understood what Kim had meant by them.

But the problem was that Kim raised a hand and pointed it in Chay’s face as he said it.

Chay had maybe taken the direction too literally, but it had been his own damn decision, after all - the first decision in a long line of many of his own damn decisions, in fact.

He reached for Kim’s wrist and shoved Kim’s finger in his mouth.

It was Kim’s fault. He’d put his hand too close to Chay’s mouth, forgetting, or unaware, that Chay was about as angry as a rabid dog, and that any animal whose sense of security had been so throttled would bite a hand so close, whether that hand fed or not. He felt his teeth graze the skin.

He hadn’t meant to draw blood, but he could taste it immediately.

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Gosse Bouma

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'many scratched doors,' 1994 in sigalit landau - gabriele horn + ruth ronen (2008)

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genius dot com is my favorite website because where else would the annotation on "[Drop]" be "so beautiful" with 32 upvotes