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[tanked-up]

Price: You always seem troubled, Ghost

Ghost staring at Soap: Mhm

Price: You’ve been dozing off lately. You okay?

(Ghost still staring at Soap)

Price: Okay-

Ghost: Did you know Soap always tippy toes while talking to someone

Price: Wha- No?

Ghost: That’s cause you don’t deserve him, NONE OF YOU

[jacquesthepigeon]

Even though they cut the scene with Andre disowning Chloe, they still kept the one where Andre rants to Gabriel about how Chloe is terrible, heartless, etc., and that bothered me. Andre raised her badly and doesn't seem to take any responsibility; he acts like Chloe being terrible was just her destiny and that he's all beleaguered and put-upon for being the father of a brat.

We love parents talking about how much they hate their children :)

[ddeongsu]

wishing all tyunning haters a very Die

[momocicerone]

but !!!!!!!! We aren’t gonna do that. We are not allowed to do that.

[moreknives]

we don’t talk enough abt danger days and what it meant for the band

[useless-englandfacts]

uk journalists having to report through gritted teeth that there were no riots last night as thousands of anti-racist protesters significantly outnumbered the racist rioters across the country

[aceofstars16]

Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!

[8pxl]

PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.

you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.

to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.

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[gayrudeboys]

yesterday i was ringing up an old man at work and he asked if i wanted to see his pride and joy, pulled out his wallet, and in the place where you’d keep a picture of like your family he had this

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[jimmyhoffathecat]

Pickles

[elodieunderglass]

Oh I forgot to say.

Bug (4) is going to start school now so we’ve been doing literacy practice. One set of exercises was about “opposites” and I drew a card reading “fat”. Ok what’s the opposite of fat.

Bug thought about it and then said dreamily: “meat.”

[ditzybat]

jason in the batman suit with all his guns and artillery: what the hell tim, did you just club me in the head with a lead pipe???!

tim: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST - you scared the shit out of me, i thought you were me from the alternate future coming to haunt me again

jason: why would i be you from the future?

tim: well all the guns and muttering about how twisted society is like some unfortunate bond villain coupled with wearing B’s suit really gave me a sense of de ja vu - so forgive me for trying to kill my future self

jason: … you desperately need therapy, and this is coming from me of all people

[gayvampyr]

asking people to be mindful of others when sharing a communal space (especially one you cannot just up and leave from) is not selfish or misanthropic. come on now

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?