#caravan of garbage

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

@azure-aeon-soulstar

“The thing about Handsome Shrek is... he’s completely unique in the world, because there are only two types of men in the Shrek universe: There’s weedy Little Lord Fauntleroy types who have funny little mustaches and they’re all squished down, and there’s enormous goons. Like- Like just hairless, personality-free goons! He’s the only one who’s like, a manly man who has an expressive face.”

[severeprincesheep]

Quantum of Solace - Caravan Of Garbage

One of the most fun reviews from these guys.

Off the back of Casino Royal James Bond was very much back. And then immediately hit a speedbump with Quantum Of Solace in 2008 when the writers strike hit. Despite the return of Daniel Craig and action/espionage a plenty it failed to hit the heights of it's predecessor BUT is it without it's quality moments? Let's all find out in our Caravan Of Garbage review.

[gaykarstaagforever]

Because both RLM and James and Maso did videos this week about RoboCop 2 (because someone is doing a new show about him or something? I don't care), I realized I had never actually seen any of the sequels. But they're free on Tubi (and perhaps elsewhere), so I watched RoboCop 2.

I had always heard all the sequels were crap. And compared to the first one, which is decidedly too good for what it is, I can see why people say that. But I thought RoboCop 2 was pretty good.

It is certainly a retread of the first one, made with less love and nuance and attention to detail than the first one, by people who were literally just doing it because they were hired last-minute to do it. But it has a lot of good stuff in it, and its problems are minor.

I like the weird Dragnet-esque score. I like Willard Pugh as the over-confident, frantic buffoon mayor, who takes what is a kind of pointless subplot and makes it compelling. I like John Doolittle's Dr. Schenk, who it at 11 and about to pop the entire movie. I like the wacky comedy RoboCop 2 attempts who scream and then commit suicide. I like how the one they actually go with is a drug-fueled Metal Gear that acts like a poorly-trained attack dog and has a Lawnmower Man TV face for no good reason.

I like how his internal heads-up display is a MacOS UI, as compared to RoboCop's green phosphorus RoboDOS (because this certainly was 1990). Oh and the Phil Tippett stop-motion work is the best that ever got here, which is great. I almost forgot I was watching dolls fight in front of a green screen. Masterfully produced. The puppet they use for RoboCop after he is ripped apart is really good, too.

The attempts at satirical advertisements like in the first one are weak, and they probably shouldn't have bothered. OCP is so cartoonishly evil in this one (complete with a Nazi-esqe flag) that it beggars belief that no one really seems to care, especially after their incompetence gets like 40 cops massacred, in front of tons of TV cameras. Nancy Allen and Felton Perry, who were so good in the first one, are basically given nothing to do here. Even RoboCop himself seems to disappear for a third of the movie to make way for some "crime does not pay" child drug lord parable that is too goofy to mean anything. They also set up a character arc for Murphy where he is wresting with who he is by way of his lingering attachment to his ex-wife, but then that just...stops.

Instead, there is a sequence where OCP turns him into WOKEboCop, where they program him to talk to kids about good nutrition instead of gunning down poor people by the hundreds! And the kids make fun of him! Take THAT, Gary Hart!

...Yeah, I'm not giving that any more thought than the people who put it in the movie didn't in 1990. It makes no sense as a metaphor for anything in this plot as it is, and is literally just a thing that happens to RoboCop that he fixes by electrocuting himself. The only message this movie seems to have is maybe "hey, evil corporations and corrupt governments and drug gangs are all the same, man," and slow down with that mind-blowing revelation, 17 year old smoking pot for the first time!

Plus what is the proposed solution to this? Letting a cyborg police man shoot absolutely everyone? RoboCop is more the victim here than the hero. That's sort of the point.

I still liked it. It is more Peter Weller as RoboCop doing RoboCop stuff, and that's what it set out to be. Solid B.

Not sure I am looking forward to the next one, where it isn't Peter Weller and it apparently turns into a kids' movie where RoboCop gets a rocket pack accessory. Weird that RoboCop 2, where a child drug lord dies under a mountain of cash while holding RoboCop's hand, is the sequel that showed restraint.

(Edit: I watched the two linked videos after I wrote this. Of course we all have similar observations so it looks like I just stole talking points from videos that came out last week. I thought for sure I'd be the only one to mention the MacOS thing...dammit, Colin.

On the plus side I am exactly as observant as YouTube talking heads of a similar age and cultural background. WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!)

[weedle-testaburger]

I think it's fascinating how closely you can correlate the rise and decline in my hero academia's popularity with the rise and decline in capeshit's popularity. even the reasons people stopped liking them are kinda similar

[speakyskelly-1999]

okay

so now y'all may be thinking

you only have sailor moon left to do

and that's true

however

i may have been a little sneeky

ans started wathcing some other anime

like

ermm

say x family season 2, my new boss is goofy, and more of serial experiment lain

and like i've not finished any othe these

but i could be silly funny and give you first impressions of these insead of the thing i'm meant to do

[physzoo]

designing transformers ocs are so fun

meet caravan (lazy name ik), hes a 1998 Chevrolet Chevy van btw 28 feet tall (8.5 meters) and 7'1 (2.15 meters) in his alt mode

UPDATE: I DONT LIKE THIS DESIGN ANYMORE TO THE GARBAGE CAN U GO!!!

[sinisterexaggerator]

Final Straw

Nick Valentine x Fem Reader | Ao3

Summary: You're sick to death of listening to people insult and belittle Nick; you take matters into your own hands, much to the Synth's surprise, but your methods are a little bit unorthodox.

Warnings: None, except for blood, violence, and foul language. NICK GETS SUPER PISSED AT YOU, and you also share a kiss. 💋

IT'S FLUFF.

Notes: This is SELF-INDULGENT AF. I hate it when people insult Nick in the game. This is my way of getting them back! And I want to kiss him and tell him I love him so bad. ;-:

Word count: 2k

It was the final straw, the one that broke the brahmin’s back, Nick Valentine left to defend himself against hate and bigotry for the umpteenth time, and you would not be party to it.

For so long you had traveled by Nick’s side, learning of the many facets to his personality. If there was a single thing about him you did not like, it had to be the ease with which he practiced self-deprecation, not knowing how to remedy the awful perception he had about himself.

Oftentimes, he regurgitated what came out the mouths of others; it had been internalized, compartmentalized, processed, and stored in his long-term memory, the detective unable to let things go—just like so many cases that remained unsolved.

“Shit, a Synth— don’t come near me. What a freak, thinks he’s human…”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t go near you if it meant tomorrow I’d wake up from this nightmare.”

Your soul ached, knowing that every insult, every snide remark caused some level of psychic damage to your partner, his expressions all too readable for those times he was robbed of his fragile dignity, though always walking away the bigger man.

A culmination of varying factors led you to this, Nick’s tragic past haunting not only himself, but you; what you wouldn’t give to make it better, only wishing you had the power to convince him he was worth more than half the Commonwealth combined.

If Valentine could equate himself to nothing more than garbage, you could be the one to remind him that someone else’s trash was frequently another’s treasure— in this case, he was yours.

Though not privy to your feelings, you adored Nick completely. So much so, you were not above engaging in a physical altercation on his behalf.

“Say that again,” you threatened scathingly, turning to face the asshole who had just dared to disrespect your companion, and for no good reason.

“I said he’s a freak, lady—and what’s a pretty thing like you doing traveling with him, anyway?” the ill-mannered caravan guard asked, acting as if Valentine was some disease he could catch, making a blatant show of his disgust. 

The hired gun pulled no reaction from the Synth, though Nick stared at you tight-lipped, unnatural, glowing eyes trained hard on your face. His silence spoke volumes, instructing you with a stern look beneath the shade of his hat to drop the matter and turn the other cheek—it was something you weren’t willing to do this time, meeting your newfound enemy head-on.

“Apologize!” you demanded, shoving your adversary backward with a forceful push, both your palms making contact with his ribs. Your cheeks burned, accompanying a rise in your temper, readying yourself for if this vermin should do anything but grovel at Nick’s feet.

“Forget it, this guy ain’t worth it,” Nick offered laconically, hoping to appeal to your common sense. “I’ve heard worse in my time; being called a freak is the least of my concerns.”

“But you’re worth it!” you protested, Valentine’s forehead arcing upward at the conviction in your voice. He had a momentary lapse, his concentration faltering as he tried to get a handle on the situation, Nick having visualized an entirely different outcome based on variables that were currently in flux—namely the sudden change in your mood.

It seemed the shithead had caught on, smarter than he looked, eyeing the two of you with suspicion and derision, as if the very idea you could have feelings toward this hunk of junk was baffling when able-bodied, strong men like him existed.   

“Oh, I get it. You’re real sick, lady, a real pervert—you fucking a machine? What’s the matter, human men aren’t good en—”

The jerk was cut off mid-sentence, your balled up fist coming into contact with his jaw; a resounding crack split sound waves as blood spurted from his lips. His colleagues had already wandered off down the road, not wanting to be a part of whatever trouble he had found himself in, having silently agreed to let this member of their team fend for himself.

“You fucking bitch!” the guard twice your size growled, swinging wildly only to miss. Your leg extended; you were pleased when he stumbled, only wishing he had fallen flat on his face.

“Now, wait a—”

He was quick to right himself, spinning on the ball of his heel—you were quicker, kneeing him in the nuts so hard he doubled over, but you weren’t finished yet.

Lifting your arm to gain momentum, you drove the point of your elbow into his spine, causing the offender to drop onto the dirt at your feet.

“I'd say he's down for the—”

Nick couldn’t get a word out; you didn’t appear to be listening, the android observing your uncharacteristic actions with rapt concern. You were pounding your knuckles into the bastard’s nose repeatedly, sticky crimson coating your fist and the man’s sorely wounded face.

As if coming to from a trance, Valentine whisked forward, snatching your wrist before you could cause the poor schmuck any more damage, thinking he may look worse off than even he, what with his bare wires and metal frame exposed to the elements.

“Hey! What’s gotten into you?!” Nick barked, his tone alone condemning your inappropriate conduct, the Synth yanking you up so fast you audibly gasped.

“There ain’t no excuse for this—this guy may be a jackass, but that doesn’t mean he deserves to die!” Nick protested, brows knit in anger the likes of which you had never seen.

You glanced down, only now seeming to notice the extent of his injuries; the man was out like a light. You only cared because he did.

“Nick, I—” you began, voice quavering, losing all resolve as you had been forced to witness Valentine’s sweet disposition vanish, quickly replaced by something undeniably frightening.

You never once imagined yourself to be the victim of his choler, finding you absolutely hated it, breaking down all at once to cry despite not meaning to. You felt simultaneously overwhelmed by guilt and embarrassed beyond measure, unable to look him in the eye.

“Don’t Nick me, this isn’t like you, this—” The man froze, his grip slackening as he loosely held on, thoroughly confused by how you could go from nearly murdering a man in cold blood with your bare hands, to shedding tears in the span of under a minute; he moved to grasp you by your shoulders.

“What’s going on?” he asked, perplexed, the question dry on his tongue. He searched your face for any hint of what the matter was, wondering if you’d lost a screw sometime after leaving Diamond City, as he thought he had a handle on how you operated.

You could not will yourself to respond, vision clouded, droplets pelting your cheeks as you gazed at the ground. You felt worse than a scolded child; you had never meant to upset him so, it being decidedly more terrible than any physical pain you had yet to endure.

“Look at me, damn you!” Valentine demanded, gently jostling you back to the present moment, though your tears only increased, Nick having never cursed at you before.

“Valentine,” you whispered, eyes shimmering, Nick’s fury subsiding to a dull roar as he waited for you to explain yourself. The crease of his brow evened out, the Synth notably more relaxed, though he did not trust you wouldn’t lash out again.

“Go on,” he urged sharply, wanting to get to the bottom of your behavior. It was unnerving, not knowing what else you were capable of at the drop of a dime.

It was an understatement to say that he was surprised when you lifted your arms, pulling the man forward to enfold in your tight embrace. You buried your cheek in the tattered, stained fabric of his coat, crying more softly now as it started to rain.

“Don’t listen to them,” you pleaded, “don’t ever listen to them. You’re perfect just the way you are,” you spoke with earnest, your lips pressing a tender kiss to the spot that lacked a heartbeat, though the gesture stood apart on its own.

“I can’t stand it—the way people treat you, the way they talk down to you—if only they knew—if only they could see what I see—” you sobbed, the sound of your cries muffled against his chest; it was firm, his shirt smelling like coolant and ozone—cigarettes mixed with something earthy—you breathed in deeply, overcome with silent relief when Nick placed his metallic hand on the crown of your head.

“I... I appreciate you, doll,” he started, his voice turning toward a soothing cadence, the way he pet your hair in long, slow strokes comforting you more than it should. “But you didn’t have to do that; would have preferred if you didn’t. Jerks like him get their comeuppance, but it shouldn’t be at the price of dirtying your hands.”

You had never been this intimate with him, nor had you ever planned to be—his words were unscripted, and his affection given of his own volition. You curled in tighter, nuzzling your way into the crook of his good arm, wanting to entomb yourself there for all eternity.

“I’m sorry,” you offered apologetically, feeling the pressure of Nick’s own arms around you, returning your hug, making you feel as if you could die happy at this moment, not minding in the least that there was an unconscious, bleeding man lying only a hairbreadth away. “It hurts me, like I know it hurts you.”

Nick was quiet, mulling over the fact it didn’t do you or him any good to disparage his own person when there were others to do it for him. He had never considered the effect it might have on those around him; it came naturally to want to harp on his own shortcomings—or had it come natural to the real Nick? That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it.

“You’re right, it does. But I shouldn’t let it bother me, not when I have people like you by my side.”

“I love you, Valentine,” you countered, not recognizing the softness of your own voice. You felt a shift beneath you, your head being coaxed to rise by way of a slow tilt of your chin.

Nick stared down at you, gleaming, golden eyes emoting dolefully as he gazed into yours. He held a deep-seated sorrow, not only for you, but for himself, wishing that he was human, if only so he could touch you, hold you, kiss you the way he wanted to.

“That’s not the smartest thing you’ve ever said, but I take it you mean that,” Valentine replied, bending low to brush soft, silicone lips across yours of flesh and blood; they were cool and rough in texture, but not unpleasant. The fact he was kissing you at all was a dream come true.

“With all my heart,” you replied, cupping the Synth's battered cheek in the bowl of your palm, fingers trailing over artificial skin in a light caress.

“So, that’s what this was all about,” he remarked, conjuring up a smile. “You know, I’d give you mine,” he added solemnly, his glum tone indicative of something he was not telling you.

Instead of elaborating, Nick changed the subject, always one to brighten a dark mood. “Next time, just tell me what’s on your mind instead of beating the living daylights out of some poor schmo, all right?”

You managed a smile of your own, delighting in his sarcasm, glad for the fact your confession had taken a lighthearted turn. “I can’t make any promises,” you quipped.

The detective gave a small shake of his head, that lopsided, infectious grin of his spreading up one side of his face. “Taking a page out of my book, are you?”

“I learned from the best,” you breathed, kissing him once more. Though selfish of you, for all you cared, the world could undergo another nuclear war, and you wouldn’t bat a lash, not for as long as you had your funny Valentine.

[liberalsarecool]

Republicans can be distracted from any issue with racism/sexism.

Donald Trump could get a garbage bag full of rubles from Vlad Putin with a sign on the bag reading "for the corruption of democracy" and Republicans would never think about the threat as long as someone says 'open border' or 'caravans'.

National Security is political theatre for Republicans. Known villains are given complete access to top US secrets, our enemies bribe Trump family members, countries are extorted for cash, and compromised Republicans are the overwhelming majority of GOP leadership.

[rabidrabbit10]

A list of some of my TTS/VAT7K Headcanons!

Nuru makes all of Team Radical have a fire drill twice every month. She’ll have them evacuate the caravan and all.

During one of these fire drills, Nuru had been distracted with Hugo, trying to get him to comply with the evacuation procedure she’d created and hadn’t been paying attention to Varian or Yong. Eventually she started smelling smoke. That was when she stepped outside of the caravan and found Yong proudly standing beside a flaming garbage can while Varian yelled at him.

Rapunzel sings “You Are My Sunshine” to herself when she’s stressed out.

She will also sing it to people who are stressed out or upset to calm them down, if they’ll let her.

Varian doesn’t like being cold. He likes to dress in layers to avoid it.

Lance likes to cook. He likes to ask people to try his recipes. Most of them are pretty good. Some of them can be a bit odd though. One of his weirdest recipes was raisins on pizza. He made Eugene try it with him. Lance ended up hating it, but Eugene actually liked it.

Cassandra found a Doberman Pinscher. The dog was weak and injured when she found her. She had been attacked by something, but whatever had done it had left the area. She looked emaciated too. Cassandra really didn’t think the dog would make it because of how bad her wounds looked. She decided to try and make her final hours more comfortable. She bandaged up her wounds, fed her and gave her some water. She expected her new friend to be dead by morning, so you can imagine how shocked she was to see that her friend was not only alive, but had managed to stand up and walk over to her. As it turns out, the dog’s wounds looked worse than they actually had been. The real reason she was so weak was because she had been starving. She started making improvements because Cassandra had been feeding her. The dog ended up not wanting to leave Cassandra and joined her on her journey. Cassandra named her Clove. Clove may seem intimidating, but she’s actually a big old softie, who seems to think she’s a cat. She’ll swat at people with her paws, chase red pointer lights etc. Owl was afraid of her at first, but he grew fond of her over time. Clove is definitely a little eccentric, but she’s makes for good company.

Eugene has met Clove and actually gets along with her, much to Cassandra’s annoyance. Eugene likes to shine a red pointer light on things and let Clove chase it. He’s been training her to respond to certain commands. He’s taught her to sit and stay, but he also gave her an attack command. That command is Shrek.

Ruddiger liked to pick on Hugo for a while. He didn’t have a particular reason for it, he just did. He’d take his food, rip up his things etc. He eventually just got bored of bothering Hugo and went back to picking on Prometheus.

Rapunzel gave Varian a frying pan before he left for his journey. Varian has bashed several people over the head with it. He’ll also use it to cook with too.

About nine years before Eugene met Rapunzel, he and Lance were in Ingvarr, attempting to rob some extremely wealthy dude’s mansion. They watched him leave his mansion, waited for about twenty minutes just to be safe, and then they struck. When they gained entry though, it was obvious the place had already been robbed. There was practically nothing to take. They stepped outside the mansion and waited, hoping to see if they could catch the culprit and take what they had stolen for themselves. Lo and behold, the back door opens and out walks a little boy with blonde hair, carrying a bunch of presumably stolen items. Eugene and Lance didn’t want to get into a fight with a child. For all they knew, he was an orphan who was just trying to get enough money to pay for a meal, just like them when they were younger. They decided to just cut their losses and leave, leaving the little boy with his riches. The boy they saw was Hugo.

[moon0shadow]

Skyrim NPCs I think should've been marriageable/Skyrim NPCs I want to marry but can't because Todd Howard says no :(

please do not comment "Just Use A Mod or Console Commands", I play Skyrim on my Nintendo Switch I'm already at a disadvantage here- 😭

TW: Insane ramblings about me wanting to marry non-existing, video game NPCs so read at your own discretion, likely bad grammar and spelling ahead.

7: Ulundil, The High Elf Who Sells You Horses in Windhelm, can't marry him because dude is already married but like... He's nice, he's optimistic, and i am willing to comfort him when his wife eventually somehow dies to a dragon or something...

6: Ronthil, The Vampire From Volkihar, I think he's cute, would Maramal officiate a wedding for vampires? Probably not but c'mon.... (Tho I can lowkey imagine the wedding would just become the whole clan murdering everyone in Riften if you did try that, bc... Vampires oof...)

5: Any Of The Khajtt, Just as a whole, personally I wouldn't say I'm a furry but I'd definitely marry J'Zargo or Kharjo or any of the traveling caravan Khajitts if given the chance, I think all of them are neat and it's a shame none of them are marriagable. ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

4: Ingun Black-Briar, I like her because she's a Black-Briar who doesn't reek of 'rich asshole', plus her interest in alchemy is something I can get behind, we can make paralysis potions together :3... Having Maven as an In-Law sounds horrible tho, she'd probably murder me if I tried to elope with her daughter. Her ass is lucky she's an essential NPC.

3: Belethor, I like this sleezy mf, I think he's funny and he's always there to buy my unwanted garbage when I come back from a Companions Mission, I Lovethor Belethor

2: Ralof or Hadvar (depending on what side you pick), lowkey think this would've made for a cute, interesting 'childhood friends' type of romance, marrying the first guy you meet in Helgen who helps you escape and assists in beginning your journey as the Dragonborn, plus I think they're both handsome and I need them both in my life.

Honorable Mentions: Ondolemar, likely can't marry him due to him being part of the Thalmor and I'm pretty sure he dies if you pick Stormcloak during the Civil War but honestly I'd marry him bc I think it'd piss off Delphine and I'm petty like that. (Tell me to murder partysnacks, well fuck you I'm gonna go marry the guy who works for your enemy Delphine 🖕)

1: Angi, I'd marry this woman so badly, everytime, you don't even know, she's so cool and the fact I can't marry her feels like a crime :( My Archery Queen...

[absoluteocellibehavior]

Tag Game for “People I’d Like to Get to Know Better”! Tagged by the lovely, beautiful @bizarreohmart <3

Last song: “Blonde Dynamite” by Caravan Palace. Man, I love me some Electroswing and their new album Gangbusters Melody Club is *chef’s kiss*.

Favorite color: Purple. No question. It’s a good color!! Can you blame me??

Last book: Gosh it’s been so long since I’ve pleasure read but I believe it was “Thirteen Storyes” by Jonathan Sims! I’m also going to make a plug for my absolute favorite book series “The Shadowhunter Chronicles”. I have all the books and OUGH!! Those are good!

Last Movie: “The Boondock Saints”! GOSH, that was good!! Highly recommend!

Last TV Show: Me and the fam are working through season two of Arcane at the moment! I am sobbing! I am not ok! We’re sooooo chillin- *sobs*

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: SPICY!! I think it’s usually sweet for me but we had Cajun for Thanksgiving and I’m in the mood :]

Relationship Status: Taken >:D

Last Thing I Searched: Ah, let’s see… “Jewish prayer times”! Can you tell that Holy Ghosts religion sharing has been on my mind? HA!

Current Obsession: Speaking of which, Malevolent!! Specifically this Malevolent and TMA AU that lives in the realm of me and my friend’s discord chat. That and now a Malevolent/Critical Role crossover. So, Malevolent in general! I’ve pretty much been living in that Discord server and was even featured on the most recent Malevolent Autopsy! Yay!

Looking Forward To: End of the semester! Christmas villages! Seeing long distance friends! Sharing a Blood and Sand with my friend on her 21st! Malevolent gift exchange!

Favorite Drink: DR PEPPER CREAM SODA IS A GUILTY PLEASURE!! OH IT’S GOOD. But a nice Old Fashioned for special occasions <3

Song Playing on Loop in Your Head 24/7: “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi. That song has inspired countless stories for many years now. It’s beautiful…

Current Favorite Character: Just one?! I’ll give you two. The partners: Charlie Dowd and Roland Cummings! I’m still listening to Malevolent and I’m working my way through Harlan’s first Call of Cthulhu campaign. I’m in denial about both of them. They’re in the Waylay sharing a Moscow Mule and Old Fashioned and you cannot convince me otherwise (this is a fanfic I’m planning on writing too).

Fun Activity You’d Really Like to Get Into: Book binding!! I think it’d be so neat. I’ve got this hand bound journal that I sketch in and it’s one of my favorite things. I’d love to learn leather work and how to make your own paper! This just combines those two in a perfect way.

Last Video Game: Played? Stardew Valley! I will marry Harvey or Sam come hell or high water. Now, watched about eight hours of lore videos over? Faith: The Unholy Trinity. Horrifying game. Delicious lore. SO good. Father Garcia, my beloved <3.

Last Comic/Graphic Novel: Truthfully, it was the garbage, totally inaccurate comic called “Samson: Judge of Israel” for my Old Testament class but I don’t wanna talk about that unless you want me to rant about modern Christians reading Jesus into the Old Testament where He shouldn’t be read into (*rasa frasas in Catholic Religion Major*). I will say that the art was stunning in it though. The last one I read out of choice was Blue Exorcist! I don’t think I’m caught up with it anymore but that is my favorite manga of all time! Father Shiro Fujimoto, my beloved <3

(Did I just “my beloved” two priest characters back to back? That wasn’t purposeful! You know, while we’re at it, Father Oscar Malevolent and Father Edwin Burroughs TMA, my beloved <3)

As for tagging!! My dearests @rightpastnowhere , @vee-lociraptor , and @rosesofenvy !! I’d love to hear from you! No pressure at all though <3

[afranse]

Собака лает, ветер носит,

А караван себе идёт.

Жил в предвкушеньи Новороссий

Один кремлёвский идиот.

Но вместо сказок Новороссий

Он полный получил абсурд.

Собака лает, ветер носит,

Кремлёвскому обидно псу.

Что караван идёт спокойно,

Идёт на запад, не восток.

А лай собак страны помойной

Привёл опарышей в восторг.

Собака лает, ветер носит,

Идёт спокойно караван.

Жил в предвкушеньи Новороссий

Кремлёвский старый интриган.

Но вместо этих Новороссий

Он получил такой отстой…

Собака лает, ветер носит,

Сгоняя тучи над Москвой.

А караван идёт спокойно,

Идёт на запад, не восток.

И никакие в мире войны

Собачий не продлили срок.

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The dog barks, the wind carries,

And the caravan moves on.

One kremlin idiot lived for many years

In anticipation of Novorossiya.

But instead of the Novorossiya

He got complete absurdity.

The dog barks, the wind carries,

The kremlin dog feels offended

That the caravan moves calmly

In the West direction rather than East.

And the dogs barking of the garbage country

Only brought the maggots into raptures.

The dog barks, the wind carries,

The caravan moves calmly.

One kremlin intriguer lived for many years

In anticipation of Novorossiya.

But instead of this Novorossiya

He got such a mess.

The dog barks, the wind carries,

Bringing heavy clouds over Moscow.

And the caravan moves calmly

It the West direction rather than East.

And no wars in the world

Can extend dog’s life expectancy upsetting the beast.

[writebythecside]

Walton and the Gogginaissance gets a shout out in the latest ep of Caravan of Garbage! (At 11:14)

[intosnarkness]

Inej, Kaz, or the two of them combined

♒ - cooking

ൠ - random

Cooking: Kaz is a human garbage disposal. Look, the boy was orphaned at 9 and grew up on the streets. He is no stranger to eating the shit no one else wants. I fully believe that if he needed to, he would eat his own shoes and then complain that his feet are cold. Fanon has him as a delicate palate contrasted with Inej’s high spice tolerance, and I’ve played with that before, but I honestly don’t know that he would ever turn his nose up at food of any kind. He’s been hungry, he won’t go back. He eats as quickly as he can and will literally stab you for trying to take a fry off his plate without asking. Inej has to explain things to him like “food tastes good” and “this is a thing you do for pleasure as well as calories, slow the fuck down and chew before you choke.”

Inej loves to share food. She loves knowing that someone else is having the same sensations she is having. When she was with the caravan it was common for people to literally put their food on your plate whether you wanted it or not. The first time she put something of hers onto Kaz’s plate (there was no plate, she just slipped one of her potatoes into his identical serving of fried potatoes) is when she realized that she was healed enough to maybe start to trust him with more than survival.

Random: Kaz would never ever admit it, but I think he is looking for reasons to help people. My first feeling about how he and Jesper came together was that this handsome, farm-strong boy walked into the casino and started losing just so much money and Kaz thought I hope that idiot has a skill so I can save him from himself the way no one did for Jordie.

Inej is actually much more cautious about who she is willing to bring into her circle. I have read some lovely stories where she rescues people and lets them join her crew, but I don’t honestly think she would do that very often, because it’s too close to her own story and it takes a long time for her to accept that not every part of what happened to her in Ketterdam and what she had to do to survive was bad. She would much rather send people home and to their families (if they can be sent home to their families) than to accept another person has been too twisted by their world to go back.

(Headcanon meme)

[secretlykoishi]

“When you get this ask answer with five of your favorite songs and send this ask to ten of your followers”

(Or don’t, I’m not the boss of you :-p)

I love hearing about people’s music tastes, and getting to know cool mutuals better :D

Favorite song ever is Run Baby Run by Garbage

You Look So Fine by Garbage

Youth Without Youth by Metric

Like A Hurricane by Neil Young

Route Around by Rebelution

And while not in my most favorites, I've always found Caravan by Lost Triibe to be a majorly underrated gem.