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murderandcoffee · 2 months

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JFKSDLAJFKLSD;JK I LOVE HORROR PROTAGONISTS WHO HAVE NO SENSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION

#'huh this place is really dirty! there's trash and graffiti everywhere!'#'huh there's only one car in the parking lot!'#'well that's weird! better go inside :)'#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 5 #the magnus protocol #josie listens to podcasts #bs.txt

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joan-of-feminism · 1 year

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Women are so much more than the brainless, two dimensional creatures that men think we are. They truly cannot comprehend how we have complex inner worlds, emotions, experiences, and hobbies that have nothing to do with them. We play sports, make clothing from scratch, cook elaborate meals, read stacks of books, code computer games and so much more. We don’t just stop existing and living our lives whenever men aren’t around. I love women so much. We can do so many amazing things completely separated from men.

#men are stupid #men are trash #women are wonderful complex people #we have so much to offer this world #all men do is sit on their ass and make podcasts #radblr #radfem #radfems do touch

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emiko-matsui · 13 days

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brian murph when are you more happy then when you're slanging some rope murphy vs brian murph it's just all pulp no juice there murphy FIGHT

#you have to look at this pedantic straight guy with a fondness of rules and structure and remember that hes #from new jersey and eats hamburgers out of the trash #dimension 20 #d20 #naddpod #not another dnd podcast #fantasy high #brian murphy #bahumia #pendergreens #baggin it with balnor #adventuring party

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cloverjester · 10 months

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Juno Steel and Arthur Lester should partner up to solve a case. They have one eye between them. One has the will to live and the other one has the will to kill. Both have guns but one of them is a sharpshooter and the other one just lives in america. One hates kids and the other one loves them. Both are wanted by the law. One is hardly ever on the same planet as his other half and the other shares a body with his other half. Both have beeen stabbed and shot more times than they can count. I could go on forever.

#its more of a hc but one looks like trash and the other one is fabulous #the case they’re solving is my kidnapping #i’ve kidnapped myself so they work together #i wonder which one will fucking murder me first when they find me #tpp #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #malevolent #arthur lester

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nureyevs-worst-alias · 10 months

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"You get so lost in a place like that you forget you're part of it, until it reaches out and grabs you." (Juno Steel and the Time Gone By, 2.17)

Juno Steel inspired by this image* from Blade Runner 2049 (below), someone pointed out how it looks like Juno in the Cerberus Province/Martian desert

#god I hope Tumblr doesn't trash the quality #juno steel #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra #tpp fanart #the penumbra fanart #the penumbra fandom #junoverse #tpp #tpp juno #hyperion city #the Cerberus province #jet siquliak #buddy aurinko

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revenantghost · 2 months

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I had a dream where they made a Trigun Stampede video game like the one producer said the studio might be interested in making, and it wound up being a skateboarding game?

... And it was actually pretty sick??

#Trigun #Tristamp #Trigun Stampede #Yeah Watanabe dropped that tidbit on us #It's in the Trash Taste podcast for reference #It was in like the ruins of ships and sand dunes and lost tech #It was how you say #Dope as FUCK

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gasolineclown · 3 months

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Trash taste podcast, no more like trash cooking podcast

#lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland lilia #general lilia #obey me solomon #obey me #trash cooking podcast

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laughable-umbrella · 5 months

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i love how season two jon will play recordings of his very concerned and or very angry coworkers saying things like “i wish this poor little man would go to therapy im so incredibly concerned about his mental and physical well being” and “HES LITERALLY STALKING ME. I LIVE IN FEAR. HES IN MY WALLS.” and respond to it like “hmmmm i gotta be sneakier. the twink is out to kill me i know it. im gonna go break into a dead woman’s apartment.”

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madbalalaika · 3 months

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#oop forgot to post here #don't mind me just drawing one of my podcast blorbos #i just thought that new picture from connor's ig was nice :“)#I'm reeeeally into b/w lately #not sure what that's about #trash taste #cdawgva #art #fanart #digital art #black and white

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sesamestreep · 2 months

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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 6

Write about a blackout (from this list) ➸ totally cheating once again and using this as a one-word prompt instead of probably how it was intended??? oh well. have some canon-verse angst and I’m sorry…

“Do you want to know the stupidest part?”

Foggy looks over at Matt, who’s hunched over his drink like someone might steal it from him. Then again, the fake IDs that got them into this bar were honestly not the highest quality, so it’s not an entirely baseless fear.

“Granted you’ve told me like three details total about what happened between you and Elektra, I will take any additional information you want to divulge, stupid or otherwise.”

Matt blinks at him with hollow eyes. “You just said a lot of words to me.”

Foggy sighs. “What’s the stupidest part, Matt?”

“I thought—it’s just—you’re going to think I’m a moron.”

“I won’t,” Foggy says, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “I think you’re extremely smart, buddy. You might be the smartest person I know, okay? Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”

Matt looks so utterly fragile and lost in that moment that Foggy honestly doesn’t want to hear what’s going to come out of his mouth next, because he just knows it will break his heart. It’s been hard seeing Matt in such bad shape and to know almost nothing about what happened between him and his girlfriend after he’d disappeared with her for two weeks. Foggy had been a wreck about it, beside himself with worry and yet without a legitimate reason to excuse himself from classes and responsibilities, so he’d walked around for those two weeks like a shell, keeping up appearances, until Matt came back. His relief at his reappearance was quickly replaced by a new kind of worry, when he saw how miserable and unstable Matt was in the wake of…whatever happened. Matt still couldn’t be induced by any means to give Foggy a straight answer on that count.

“I thought I was going to marry her,” Matt says, quietly. If Foggy hadn’t been actively trying to hear him, that statement would have been lost to the noise of the bar.

“That’s not stupid at all,” Foggy says, allowing the hand on Matt’s shoulder to slip over to rub his back between his shoulder blades.

“I thought she was my soulmate,” Matt adds, with some vitriol, in the direction of his drink, like he wants to spit the words in there to drown them.

“She wasn’t,” Foggy replies, firmly, because it seems like the right thing to say up until Matt’s face crumples.

“I think she was,” he says, miserably, as he buries his face in his hands. “I think she was and she left anyway and that’s it for me.”

“I don’t—hey, listen, Matt,” Foggy says, shifting his chair over so he can wrap his arms around Matt’s shoulders completely. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said she—I didn’t know her that well. Maybe she was your soulmate. I don’t know! I’m not convinced that’s anything but a nice story we like to tell ourselves to make life more bearable or to impose meaning on random events.”

“This pep talk sucks,” Matt says, in the vicinity of Foggy’s collar. Foggy can feel his breath on his neck and it’s weird but not enough to get him to move away.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is, if soulmates are real, and Elektra was yours, then it’s not over yet. Maybe you’ll meet again someday.”

“I hope not,” Matt says, darkly.

Foggy resists the urge to roll his eyes at yet another vague but still concerning allusion to this terrible breakup. He’s trying to be sympathetic but Matt’s whole Catholic guilt lone wolf shit does test him sometimes, if he’s being honest. Still, one look at Matt’s pale, sorrowful face in the neon lights of this dive bar is enough to remind Foggy what they’re doing here.

“I think it’s much more likely that, if we have soulmates at all, we probably get more than one,” Foggy continues, hoping that if he just muses vaguely enough, he’ll stumble on something that makes Matt feel better. “So, you’ll get another chance to—”

“You mean like you and me?” Matt asks, and Foggy’s brain does a full factory reset as he tries to parse that question. He can’t possibly mean…

“Oh, like—yeah, you and me and, well, everybody could have more than one soulmate. Exactly.”

“No, that’s not—” Matt shakes his head, which, given his current position, is functionally just nuzzling his face into Foggy’s neck. “I mean, how you and me are soulmates. Kind of.”

“You and me?” Foggy asks, casually despite not feeling casual at all. “You think so?”

“You’re—yeah. I mean, you’re basically—you’re family to me but…also more than that. If that makes sense.”

It doesn’t and Foggy’s been holding himself back from drinking too much tonight because he wants to be able to get Matt home safely, but he does feel like he might throw up on this table right now. He tucked away the part of him that found Matt attractive somewhere deep and secret and well-fortified in his soul a long time ago, in the interest of not fucking things up with his best friend in the entire world, and he certainly can’t trust anything Matt says now when he’s drunk and lonely and heartbroken. But he’s never loved anyone as completely as he loves Matt and it’s such a pathetic, hopeless situation that he doesn’t let himself think about it except on really special occasions when he wants to feel bad.

“I’m not sure anybody has ever loved me as much as you do,” Matt says, like it’s not a crazy thing to say, here in a shitty bar near campus, after a breakup with his girlfriend, to someone he’s never even kissed.

“I doubt that,” Foggy says, even as he, selfishly, wants to claim it, even as he knows it to be true. “You’re very lovable.”

“We should get married.”

Foggy laughs, because what else can he do, under the circumstances. “Now? It’s pretty late. The courthouse won’t even be open.”

“No, I mean, we should get married someday,” Matt says, petulant like Foggy’s the one being ridiculous here for not following his thought process. “When we’re older. If we haven’t met anybody else.”

That last condition is enough to break Foggy’s heart all over again, but he does an admirable job hiding it, he thinks. Matt’s drunk and very distracted, and more importantly doesn’t know anything about how Foggy feels, really, despite his proclamations on the subject a moment ago, so it feels safe to assume he won’t notice any signs of disappointment or hurt in this split second before Foggy swallows those feelings and pretends to be his usual upbeat self. That’s who Matt really needs right now, and so that’s who he’ll be.

“How much older?” Foggy asks.

“Old,” Matt says. “Like, thirty.”

“Okay,” Foggy nods, already able to find this funny. Matt won’t still be single by the time they’re both thirty. He’ll be married by the time they graduate law school, most likely, so it won’t be an issue. Foggy doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows it’s true.

“You’ll do it?”

“Maybe,” Foggy says. “Ask me again when you’re not blackout drunk.”

“I’m fine,” Matt objects. “I’m not blackout. Not even close.”

“Then we can pick this conversation up in the morning, no problem!”

Matt nods, drunkenly. “Absolutely.”

Matt doesn’t bring it up in the morning, of course. Foggy never really expected he would, either, and doesn’t permit himself to be disappointed about it, no matter how much he would like to.