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#are the bulls really ok
muzzleroars · 1 year
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in the tomb of saint gabriel
(may your woes be many)
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lewishamiltonstuff · 2 months
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You know what's fucked up about this entire Horner situation?
They were never gonna let him go. They did the investigation just to fulfill a formality. They even set the grounds for today's announcement by already posting yesterday:
"Any statement from Red Bull GmbH is expected to reflect a thorough and fair investigation, but matters of confidentiality are likely to limit the amount of information shared publicly."
By this, they just meant that whatever bullshit we post tomorrow (translation: we're not kicking him out) it'll be fair and impartial. And if someone asks us any questions (translation: we know we'll get the backlash) we can't say anything because it's a matter of confidentiality and we can't share private information (translation: you can fuck off, we don't have anything to prove him innocent, so we'll use the confidentiality clause).
And that is exactly what they did! They posted that their investigation was "impartial" and "fair" and it contains "private information".
They had been setting the stage for this all along!! Who are they trying to fool though?
I hope she takes him to court and drags him in the mud.
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mashbrainrot · 3 months
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I think if you are the sort of person with Big Feelings when it comes to a certain piece of media (or just in general) you may have a tendency to read every post someone makes - and even posts they simply reblog - and assume they also have Big Feelings about it. Assume they have some sort of... dark agenda, are attempting to stir up drama, however you wanna frame it. The truth is, a lot of the time, people post things with very little feeling, and sometimes without much thought.
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fadewalking · 1 year
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voidimp · 5 months
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turning off rbs bc i explained this poorly u can stop voting on it
i forgot to add an option for other so just like. pick whichever one u think is closest (or the results option if u really cant decide)
feel free to elaborate on your opinion if u would like. i am Curious i want to know everyones thoughts
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mozzyspurt · 9 months
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unpopular murder drones opinion
N is a pitbull not a golden retriever
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strawbs-screaming · 4 months
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I had a dream a while back that Bald Bull and Gabby Jay were a happy couple and just? Really wholesome? What do you think of this. Would love headcanons if you so desire!
Wait why is this a actually good ship?? Asker you need to be inspected in a lab because i couldnt come up with this in 10 years
hcs below bc im in shock
- bull cannot be angry around gabby jay, he just forgets anger when hes near him
- bull gets really defensive of gabby when hes being shit-talked and so does gabby when bull is the topic of the conversation, they dont let each other get walked all over
- bull really isnt fond of hugs or kisses in public but likes holding his hand
- they have a "he asked for no pickles!" kind of thing going on
- gabby jay likes stealing bulls clothes, unfortunately bull cant do the same
- bull sometimes plops himself down next to gabby jay when he feels like hugging since he doesnt really know how to ask for a hug, gabby understands pretty quickly
- they met in the locker rooms while gabby jay was looking for his contact lenses, bull helped him and they had a whole friends to lovers arc
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ishizizzle · 1 year
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I'm convinced ONLY a Powerful Demon could love Phoebe because she's such a runner! Cole's only real choice to be with her came down to loving her harder
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look, i'm not saying that the marauders -- much like mystery inc -- could be a giant polycule...but think about it.
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wingsmadeforflying · 3 months
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Reg gets caffeine heart rate spikes from coffee. They make him feel like he's going to explode, so he hates it. He's a tea girlie.
However he'll drink 20 Monsters in a day. Sirius is appalled. Reg says it tastes better and actually keeps him awake.
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lys-jeorge · 4 months
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Why the next Red Bull League in Paris? Go somewhere else, idk, Prague, go to Prague, that doesn't have league all the time already.
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lastonthebrakes · 10 months
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bring back toro rosso 2k24
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sodrippy · 2 years
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one of the funniest things to ever happen to me is when i saw a therapist for the first time ever and i was so so annoyed that she spent all our sessions focusing on my anxiety disorder when to me the most pressing concern was my depression, only to later realize that i am like. SEVERELY anxious all the fucking time and actually maybe professionals know what the hell theyre talking about<3
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lighthouseborna · 1 year
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they made us such COOL new characters only to favor the spectacle over the characters like (shouts into a pillow)
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ziracona · 2 years
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Thinking about how DA keeps simultaneously trying to frame the Qun as worse and worse and more oppressive and bad and morally incomplex, through both quest storylines and any and all Respected Character Opinions, while simultaneously adding more and more little details like that they follow Kosher or Halal practices that make it 140% obvious they’re copying very specific cultures for their overseas oppressive hot-climate-dwelling ‘savage’ people, and I am SO intensely furious about it.
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mercysought · 1 year
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[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] for the priestess
@weptfreedom . the five senses . selectively accepting
[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc )
Weak. Her muscles had grown too weak since her awakening.
Too weak to withstand much of her blood magic use, too weak to tear at the Veil and withstand the backlash. Even here, in Tarasyl'an Te'las where it was so thin she could feel it curve against her fingers, she felt herself... duller. An old, blunt, useless weapon whose only use was to stand as a reminder of times long past.
The snow mixed with dirt on her lips feels particularly bitter as her body is slammed with a single hit. She can feel her body shake, the thin muscles against the wire-like veins and the scars burning against the cold snow that slowly turned into ice. The blood pooling on the corner of her mouth and the half bruise, dark tired eyes look up to the looming Qunari form of the Hissrad that had joined the Inquisition.
  "You know you should be dodging these attacks, right?" he leans on his back leg, holding the wooden shield he had been using as a weapon for this particular training.
While his voice could be mistaken to have mirth, the cold dead stare of his eyes says the truth behind it. And it burns on the priestess as she raises from the ground with her head bowed, spider-like hands cleaning the blood from her mouth.
  "Shut up, Hissrad." she whispers, her voice failing when she speaks his title. She had heard it in passing. She had spoken with others of the Qun. If he is surprised at the tone, if the Qunari feels one way or another about her tone and the darkness and anger in her eyes he doesn't betray it. She expects that he wouldn't. Like calls to like.
Her back straightens and her body shakes in the cold air, against the pain, against her thin frame, her bare feet drag across the snow. The same stance she had begun the training "Again."
  "No." she says firmly. Lowering the weapon. Her head tilts at the finality, the pain on her covered neck dragging and twisting her already twisted expression into a snarl.
She doesn't move, her legs remain as they had, one hand stretched with the scarred palm towards him unit her body is grounded, no longer shaking.
  "Is it common pratice for the Ben-Hassrath to show mercy to those they face in battle?" she sneers, through scarred lips and gritted teeth. The flame of her anger, which had flamed the shaking of her own mind seems to find its home in the pit of her stomach. Instead of destabilizing it, her body seems to once more recall the discipline that it means to turn such a volatile fuel into one that is productive.
Slow. Too slow.But what choice does she have?
Her body shifts, and beneath her bare feet draw another shape on the wet, cold and muddy ground. This mountain doesn't know her, but it would. It would know the weight of her steps, it would know the strength of her fist, it would know the bite of her fury and it would know the title she carried beyond death. This mountain might not know her, but she would know the language that she spoke, the sigils placed upon the ground, and the warm blood that burnt just beneath her skin.
  "Do not take pity on me, qunari." she breathes in deeply, her dark tired eyes growing into a deep crimson "For my kind will show you none."
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