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judasisgayriot · 7 months
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patrick thinking abt the meaning of pete's lyrics before giving up and going back to concentrating on how they sound
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loomize · 26 days
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this piece is titled "bro serves major cunt"
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kitttttchaos · 4 months
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Why do people hate episode 4 so much? From a filmmaking perspective, it was glorious. The CGI on the chimera was very good, there were tons of symbolic shots, and don’t even get me started on the characters. We had a whole full circle moment with Percy learning to relax a little, Annabeth recognizing that not everybody is manipulating her to get what they want, and even Grover longing to find Pan and for peace in the animal kingdom. People are saying they’re trying to squeeze things into episodes and don’t care that much, but this show has up to $15 million per episode. 30 whole minutes for a single chapter is wild, and they decided to fill it with beautiful character moments instead of useless explosions. Just because it was short doesn’t mean it was bad.
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nikethestatue · 8 months
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Azriel
in a nutshell with everyone:
Cassian: here is some beef jerky. Enjoy. You are the only one whose guts I am willing to hold in my hands.
Mor: ehhh
Feyre: sorry you hit that tree. You ought to be more careful.
Rhys: no
Amren: I have no problem murdering you at any point
Nesta: still unsure about you. Quit blowing my bro in the dining room. I eat there. And one more word against my babygirl...and we'll have some serious disagreements
Lucien: be glad I haven't murdered you yet. Accidentally of course.
Gwyn: Prize? Hahaha. What prize? You aren't gonna pass anyway. Now go and keep cutting that ribbon.
Emerie: You are in the Blood Rite? That's sad.
Eris: be glad I haven't murdered you yet.
Lustful priestesses: general avoidance
Elain: My wings are shredded and bleeding? I haven't noticed, sweetheart, since you are nestled so nicely in my arms....Let me help you with these potatoes, it's a heavy platter...You need to defend yourself, darling? Here is my most prized possession. Also, here are some shadows. Also, I will die before anything bad befalls you....You give the cutest gifts and I am finally laughing for the first time in 300 years...Sitting with you in the garden is my favourite thing ever....Yeah I am pushing my High Lady out of the way to get to you first and wish you a 'Happy Solstice'...I will break Cassian's arm if he dares to eat before you are at the table...if you are ever tired, you are welcome to sit on my face and relax for as long as you want to...
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taintedcigs · 7 days
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okay very devastating thought but i was listening to prophecy and i thought…. wait this reminds me of eddie….. BUT then i was like nahhh not really THEN I realized its so much more steve.
so just imagine these lyrics w this sad lil angel face and sob with me idk.
Please // I've been on my knees // Change the prophecy // Don't want money // Just someone who wants my company // Let it once be me. Who do I have to speak to // About if they can redo the prophecy?
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marinacourage · 3 months
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pete’s google search history approximately five months into dating way: “can enigma impregnate another enigma”, “how can enigma get pregnant”, “power of affirmation”, “best breeding positions FOR HUMANS” like, he’d be down so bad can you see it
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mrslatifi · 11 months
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crescentrivers · 18 days
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Rip professor Hidgens you would’ve loved ai chat bots
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frogshapedbrick · 2 months
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Am i the only one who thought sanji looked kinda hot in the o-soba mask?
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strangerlittlethings · 5 months
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Can't catch me now by olivia is so raven cycle coded. I mean:
But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze
My footsteps on the ground
You'll see my face in every place
But you can't catch me now.
This is so adam because he became Cabeswater and no one can hurt him now
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doccywhomst · 7 months
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one thing i’ve noticed about the world wide web is that most people who are chronically online believe they’re being woke/progressive, while most real progressives worry they’re chronically online - it’s called “i’m posting” syndrome
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st4r-t3ars · 2 hours
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from the prompt meme (if you're still doing it ofc) “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." w Reyes 😈
Gabriel’s back from god-knows-where for god-also-only-knows-how-long, a pause in his suffocating schedule allowing him to spend a few luxurious days at home, so you can live like all the couples around you do. High on your priority list is doing all the laundry your washing machine can handle, catching up on all your favourite shows you swore you wouldn’t watch while he was away, and making dinner together. 
At some point in this unadorned normality, you’ve also got to go grocery shopping, and while it’s not the most riveting of things you can do together, it’s significantly less of a chore with him there. It takes inordinate amounts of fuel to keep him running; SEP created a super soldier with a super appetite. So, with Gabriel home and the fridge pitifully empty, it’s a non-negotiable addition to your day.
But what a joy it is to feel halfway ordinary, defaulting to your routine that gets interrupted every other week when he becomes a mere voice over the phone or a few lines of text in a written message. 
When he’s home, you live slowly—one day at a time.
Out of necessity, Gabriel’s efficiency is unparalleled. It doesn’t matter how organized you are when he is a master at packing and planning. It’s thanks to him that you’ve never set foot into a store without your reusable bags, and it is also thanks to him that unloading the groceries from the car to the kitchen takes a single trip.
Is any sight more touchingly domestic than him hauling several massive blue IKEA bags as though they’re precious cargo?
Going down the list that he remembered to bring—even though you wrote it, you’d forgotten about it—Gabriel ensures you’ve got all your essentials but can’t find the last ingredient you need. You know it’s crucial that when you have the chance to cook together, there’s no deviation from the recipe, no disrupting the ritual. When he suggests the pair of you should make a stop at another store, it’s not a compromise that you’re unwilling to make, but you’d much rather get back home and have him all to yourself again.
“Maybe we have some left from last time,” you say, trailing out as you scour the shelf for the third time, making a showy pretence of it.
“We don’t,” he informs with a discontented shake of his head, “I checked.”
The addendum to the shopping list was his doing, penned in at the bottom.
“Can we do without it?”
“We probably could, but do we want to? This is the question we have to ask ourselves. You know it’s not going to taste the same.”
He’s too determined for his own good sometimes.
It’s not that you want to rush him; it’s just that you know what traffic is like and how a little detour could throw the rest of your afternoon off. If you weren’t constantly picturing time dripping through the narrowest point of an hourglass, maybe you would have a single chill.
But you don’t, and Gabriel is already wise to some version of that.
Naturally, you think of a way to suggest he shuffle his priorities around and get you home without asking him to blatantly give up—because he won’t.
Beckoning him to lend you an ear with a finger, he leans down so you can whisper: “I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”
Something passes over him as he returns to his full height. Once you think he’s past replying, he speaks into a closed fist, “Holy shit.” 
“You good?” A bad question, knowing full well you’ve quietly obliterated him.
He clears his throat and assures, “Never better.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I was just thinking about how we need to home before the ice cream melts.”
“What ice cream?”
Gabriel steps away, opens the closest freezer, grabs a pint of ice cream, and adds it onto the heap in your cart. “That one.”
Then he slips behind you and helps you steer towards the checkout, whispering in your ear about how he still can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth sometimes.
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tastycitrus · 8 months
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barbara gordon going back to being batgirl in new 52 was a good thing, actually (lol)
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What kind of football is he playing?
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It's called, "Charm ur opponent" football 😉
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the-woild-is-y-erster · 8 months
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just rewatched the episodes of early spn with bela talbot in them for. normal. human reasons (SHES SO FINE GAAAAH) and maybe its the newsies brainrot but HEAR ME OUT
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OK HEAR ME OUT SHE LOOKS LIKE A FEM!92SIES SPOT HEAR ME OUT
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