i hate! catchy choruses! and i’m a hypocrite!
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I saw one [1] complaint about the brotherhood not having sex education and I just. Yall how much more needs to be done before you realize the BoS is a cult just as much as vault 4 or the Children of Atom. They manipulate the info they give their recruits to further control them. PLUS I'm getting 'southern health class' vibes- abstinence over all, yadda yadda.
I will say the show has fucked a lot of things up [retconning ghoul lore for one which erases SOOOO many cool opportunities] but the treatment of the Brotherhood is soooo correct sorry not sorry. They felt TOO approachable in games, for a military cult that's sole purpose is to hoard information and technology, and "exterminate" those who don't fit into one of their neat little categories. Like yessssss make them as shitty as they actually are
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Is it true you float to make yourself look taller 👀
The Lady rolls her eyes, shaking her head. To be fair, she did float quite often, but not for a reason as silly as this - she needs to look after her legs! They can't be strained too much, and the Maw is such a large place... she had spent years walking around the submarine, she deserves to be cut some slack after so many years.
"There is no need for me to do such a thing. I was graced with excellent genes." The growth sprout she had as a kid did make her much taller than all her peers. Even in her youth she had been tall, yet the Maw seemed to have accentuated this aspect of hers among... other things. She leans forward ever so slightly, towering over the smaller Guest. "One should be grateful of what they are given, no? Regardless of how... favorable their attributes are."
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I was gonna make a joke about turbo virgins needing to get laid but the person who wrote this like a self proclaimed "Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss + PBS WORD GIRL (???) RP BLOG" OR SOMETHING???? And if they're an adult this opens up an entirely other new concerning can of worms, but ...
Why does this post have like 11 notes and good for you, Word Girl RP Blog, for "critiquing" the quality of a lost episode of an adult cartoon when you can't get a decent full quality screencap of it ...
And yeah, I censored the bullshit opinions I'm not platforming the brief glimpse inside all these peoples cringey minds anymore
And I'm considering having the lowest quality screen cap possible as they've tried to share this in the main show tags, another hate crime to Kesha.
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The only thing House MD is ever consistent about is their hatred of cops and i've got to respect it for that alone
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I'm suing that last anon, I went to that post (unwise of me) "Dany is a hypocritical war hungry conqueror"
Like, are we reading the same books
no we're not 😃 they're reading the compendium of sansa stark martell tully honorary arryn and we're the dumb fools stuck with good old a song of ice and fire
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From my stray notes document
"Sure, Torg was known locally as 'Cannibal George' and he openly promised to eat every person in town, but I never thought he would eat ME!"
--disgruntled voter, moments before being eaten
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I know I’m a lapsed Christian, but I’m pretty sure Jesus’ response to the hungry and unhoused wasn’t “if you want shelter you gotta work for it”
How about instead of “explain it to me like I’m five,” “explain this like you would to Jesus.”
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❝ mono is out of place, and he knows this very well. an old, rickety vessel that he’d boarded via television that was somehow more dangerous than anywhere else he’s been. ( there’s so many people here. ) yet he’s climbed and scampered this way and that, and after so long he hopes he’s closer to the exit.
of course, it would be foolish to assume that danger would lessen. the bag-clad boy is quiet as he creeps along shelves, acutely aware of a threatening presence somewhere nearby. no movement has been made toward him yet, so he assumes he’s undetected.
however, mono is one to take precautions. it’s risky, but he attempts to climb to the next shelf above. the boy makes it, but at the last moment—THUD!—he’s knocked over something with his foot and now his heart is racing and he hastens to hide behind what cover he can. he curls up, makes himself small, gray eyes wide behind his bag and watching in case he needs to make a desperate run. static clings to him and it’s all he can do not to suppress it, lest his panic overtake him. ❞ - @buddymuses
The Lady's humming alts.
Her eyes widen behind the mask, her head snapping in the general direction of the noise. She's completely silent, waiting for an indicator that anyone was there at all - after all, it wouldn't be the first time one one of her relics is knocked over by of the remains she had so generously gifted a second chance at life to. Ungrateful little things, they were. However, upon awakening the primordial power laying within her, it seems that she will have to pin her suspicions elsewhere.
The endless pit of her stomach is not reacting to the presence as it normally would.
No regular soul to be found in her immediate proximity. The ghosts under her... " care " had become incredibly easy to track down over the years. Had it been a regular living child, she would have noticed as well. Well, no. Truth be told, what she perceives is a small essence - one tiny enough to fit in her palm. And yet, something about it makes it irreparably different from all the others she has felt before.
There is a foreign power hiding somewhere in her Residence.
One the Lady wishes to avoid at all costs. In truth, she knows not of what it's abilities are yet - and she most certainly does not wish to find out. She has fled the world for a reason. She does not wish for it to catch up to her. Her quarters are vast, and the sound came from a distance large enough that she could simply slip away as though she had never been there. She could. But should she?
Oh, duties, duties... she cannot let an unknown entity run around the Maw so carelessly. Not unless she wishes to risk the stability of the being of which she is the vessel. Choosing her comfort now would not only be shortsighted, but plain idiotic. With a swift step back, the Lady retreats in the shadows before she speaks, her voice reverberating through every spot the shadows touch:
❝ I can feel your presence. There's no point in hiding away. Come forth. ❞
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