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When will movie creators realize that making characters yell/scream 3X louder than they talk doesn't actually make the scene more impactful but DOES make the movie fucking unwatchable because you can't understand any of the dialogue

#the hound speaks #watching human centipede. the volume inconsistencies are worse than the shock content could ever be

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Something about how Lawrence starts out well-dressed (though disheveled due to being kidnapped) and Adam starts out grungy and wet and how by the end of the film they both look the same. They're both dressed down to white t-shirts. They're both covered in blood. Their hair is damp with sweat. At the beginning of the film they are both separate, both so distinct and different, and by the time they're both finally within each other's grasp, reaching out to each other they are the same. They understand each other the way no one else does and no one ever can. Lawrence strips himself bare, lets down his mask in front of Adam and Adam does the same. And when Lawrence leaves, when he gets out and puts that mask back on while Adam is left to die he knows that no one else will ever truly see him ever again.

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why should i care about taylor swift when the killer remains at large

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Communists and anarchists will spend all day talking about abstract concepts and structures like capitalism and the state, but willfully ignore the very real, tangible curse placed upon me by the foul necromancer

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I can't believe the libfems seriously think *talking point that hasn't actually been a part of mainstream pop feminism since 2014*

#I dislike some parts of mainstream feminism but come ooooooonnnnn #come on #the hound speaks

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#guns

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The way I'm 10x more gross than this blog portrays

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marcille is NOT an animal crossing cozy gamer girl she is a fucking spreadsheet warrior. maybe she plays stardew valley but she runs that farm like the navy

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KMFDM

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saw I trap: hey girlie! this guy is dead. but he has a key in his tummy!! could you get it out to save yourself??

saw traps II and up: preform brain surgery on yourself then eat your own arm then watch your wife be brutally murdered then melt all your skin off with this acid then kill 7 innocent bystanders. you have 45 seconds. now you'll think twice about taking antidepressants.

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still thinking about "decolonising" missionary work.

the way you decolonise missionary work is by not doing missionary work

the way you decolonise missionaries is like this:

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I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

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Call me a lawyer the way I'm pro boner

#the hound speaks #nsft mention