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annabelle-o-belmont · 1 month
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they should give me college credit for how hard it is to schedule a fucking dnd session!!!
fuuuuuck
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jacobglaser · 10 months
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He's just an Angel... I know.
Good Omens (2019-)
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scoobhead · 5 days
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actually hilarious that colin bridgerton returned to london absolutely determined to be in his slut era. he said if there is one thing i am it is a whore. and then one (1) kiss with penelope later he was like neverMIND i am a MARRIED MAN i am MONOGAMOUS life is about LIFELONG PARTNERSHIP ACTUALLY
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inkskinned · 5 months
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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queeraspirates · 7 months
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new behind the scenes pics from director Fernando Frías on the set of OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH season two
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awclintno · 1 year
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@romanovaspy
Clint joked around a lot. That was how he dealt with the crappy days. (Well, the standard crappy days anyway. The really crappy days... Those were different.) He joked a lot and talked a lot, and was open about the fact that he wasn't all that smart. But he paid attention. More than people realized. The details were so important when you were a sharpshooter. The angle of the wind, the tension in your back, it could make or break a shot. Clint didn't miss his shots. And he didn't miss the signals from his best friend.
The missions SHIELD sent them on could vary, from routine to mundane to dangerous. It killed him when they separated, but that was the job sometimes. There was no point in fighting that, all he could do was be there for her after the mission ended. Clean up his place a little, order a pizza, and get a bottle of something strong in case it was that kind of day. He had a feeling it was, but he'd follow her lead. He didn't even wait for the knock at his door, he heard the very subtle creak of her approaching footsteps, footsteps he'd know anywhere and he leapt up. Threw open the door and wrapped her in a hug. "Hi," he said simply. "Missed you, Nat." Sometimes he talked a lot, and sometimes he didn't need to.
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zzztlk · 10 months
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Release is gonna delayed and I don't have a lot to post but I'm 70 pages into the rough draft for my webcomic :)
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ineffablecollision · 5 months
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"You won anyway. And I was late!"
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"Boom! Crash! That's what I'm talking about! Fuck scissors!"
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"Bitch!"
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"See? You lost. And I didn't even look. Next!"
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"See you later, boy!"
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"Yes! There you go! I cheated."
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"Bah! Humbug."
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"I win!"
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"I win!"
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"Why?" - "I'm sorry." "What does it mean?" - "It just means I won."
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fifth attempt "ruibo! come on!"
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David Fane laughing "Do I win? Defeats everything!"
[behind the flag - pirate rock, paper, scissors]
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sparkthespork · 1 year
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Honestly my one of my favorite things about Yellowjackets is that it’s like the “high-school-stereotype turns out to be more than that” trope, but turned up to such a grotesque and horrifying degree. Like-
“Turns out the popular girl has her own weaknesses/insecurities!” Yeah and she literally freaking dies for them.
“Wow! The rebellious punk girl we were all afraid of is actually really nice!” So let’s turn her into this borderline divine figure, entrust her with our lives and follow her deep into the wilderness as she’s the last one to hold onto a sliver of humanity and not turn into some primal, depraved animal.
“Oh! So the weird childish kid is actually capable of things!” Mm hmm, capable of MURDER. Capable of holding the cards of life and death itself in her little hands and becoming so needed yet so feared.
“That strange quiet kid finally finds her voice!” AND STARTS A CULT.
I could keep going but just- Y’all that retro 90’s energy of exploring the high school trope coupled with the utter gruesome obscenity that is their situation… It so does it for me. Everyone’s become so suffocated in their little boxes that the only way to break out is in a dramatic frenzy where they start killing each other. Glorious.
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cottoncandiescupcakes · 6 months
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buffyrouge · 9 months
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in another universe…
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jacobglaser · 10 months
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We could have been... us.
Good Omens (2019-2023)
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hexblooded · 3 months
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natasha: d&d character profile
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dailyflicks · 1 year
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SCREAM 2 (1997) dir. Wes Craven
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raiderlucy · 6 months
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Endless Gifs of Natalie Scatorccio (4/?) Yellowjackets • 2.02 Edible Complex
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gremloblin · 1 year
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Anyway I love when things are narratively unsatisfying. I love when people are characterized well and interesting and die for stupid reasons without finishing their arc. I love tragedy I love when none of it mattered I love surviving a plane crash and finally making someone see how fucked up the thing they did is and then falling off the toilet cliff with the shit bucket I love friendship ending pregnancy that results in a stillbirth I love unkillable teenage lesbians who get cancer in their forties I love surviving a plane crash but not surviving girlhood I love tragedy
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