my dad's girlfriend- who is generally a conservative and who "doesn't really get into politics"- told me tonight that she learned about project 2025 & is going to vote in this election to try to help prevent Trump from getting into office. and that she's gonna try to convince my dad to vote (also for the first time ever) to do the same.
what I'm saying is I think we should keep talking about this.
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Valve went through and banned a whole bunch of bots yesterday and when I last checked a couple hours ago, the Casual servers are still 99% actual people! If you want to try out TF2 DO IT NOW while you have the chance! Believe me when I say that having matches this clear of bots is RARE. They'll be back in force inevitably in probably a couple days so the window of opportunity here is small. Take the chance to play a normal round of TF2 Casual while you can!
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Do lock shock and barrel ever do that thing where after you go clothes shopping you do a little fashion show to your friends to show off the new clothes? Also would shocks girlfriend join?
No fashion shows but we have noticed we've been looking...cooler lately 😎
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Seems like a good time to remind people that the phrase "from the river to the sea" - while apparently popular on this hellsite, is basically a call for the total eradication of not just the Israeli state (and by that I don't mean the government, I mean EVERYTHING) but of every Jew in that area.
SO. If I see it on your blog? Bye. I do not trust you to have anything even remotely approaching a nuanced take to this fucking tragedy.
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horror movie that's a completely normal horror movie for 90% of the runtime, where the entire time you're yelling at the idiot protagonists to just get out of the obviously haunted location before they get killed by the ghosts. like, yeah, you bought this historic old mansion with antique suits of armor and everything, and you'd have wasted a lot of money if you abandoned it, but you're going to get killed, you morons.
the movie continues in this vein, friends and family disappearing in miscellaneous Ghost Incidents, until finally we're seeing the final girl fleeing the monster down a dead-end hallway, screaming as it approaches her-
-and then the ultimate revenant spirit steps in a loop of rope, which tightens around its ankle and hoists it up to the ceiling. two nearby suits of armor lift their visors and reveal a scruffy hippie-looking dude and what cannot be, but must be, a Great Dane.
"like, let's find out who this ghost really is!" the hippie knight says, and pulls a rubber mask off of the ultimate revenant, revealing none other than the realtor that sold the protagonists the mansion, who staged the whole haunting/movie in hopes of forcing the protagonists to just get out of the obviously haunted location before they get killed by the ghosts.
several teenagers the final girl has never met before suddenly arrive. a rich kid, a librarian-looking nerd, and a dweeb in an ascot flash back to all the haunting scenes to explain the elaborate practical effects used to fool them. after all is said and done, you're pretty sure nothing supernatural actually happened in the entire movie, except for how that dog just said, in English, that it wanted a sandwich.
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so who had Ed and Stede having their first time while Izzy sings La Vie En Rose while in drag on their s2 bingo card
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We need a scene where the camera is on Buck's face, panting, sweaty, tired face. He's lying on his back. Then on Tommy's face, equally sweaty and panting, definitely above Buck. They're both smiling like idiots.
Tommy: "So, having second thoughts?"
Buck, licking his lips, his cheeks pink: "I'm not a quitter."
Is it sex? Of course not, it's Muay Thai. Obviously.
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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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Ever heard of a wife guy?
(For anyone wondering why reblogs are suddenly off, theres a few posts of mine- like this one- that have gotten so many notes it’s genuinely starting to annoy me, so I’m trying to minimize. Sorry!!)
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