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bloodiegawz · 2 years

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robert framerate and malpractice drumkit will be real in 24 hours

#posts that are completely incomprehensible

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thedialup · 2 years

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HE DID THE THING CWILBUR DID THE THING WHERE HE STANDS ON THE BLOCKS AAAAAAA

#pigeon livevods #posts that are completely incomprehensible

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turtlespancake · 7 months

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i love seeing out of context posts about long-running stories with deep lore because it's always shit like "MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!! i can't believe that the metallic athenaeum's envoy actually used never-ending dance of the 57th universe on rionne as if she's not LITERALLY the incarnate of august?!?!" it's like buddy boy thank you for the spoiler tag but all of those words are incomprehensible without at least 5 years of foreshadowed knowledge, 7 different fan theories, and 21 wiki entries

#rambling #this post was about 3 different fandoms #number 1 was my friend trying to explain to me what was happening to dazai bungo stray dogs (i have not seen bungo stray dogs)#number 2 was ominscient reader viewpoint. anything tagged MAJOR SPOILERS for orv is either completely incomprehensible or like.#an image of someone interacting with a book. and somehow BOTH manage to be emotionally devastating in context #number 3 was me trying to explain genshin lore to a friend and realizing i sounded deranged saying shit like #“after the primoridal one fought the second who came celestia used nails to supposedly heal the land but enkanomiya still sank rip”#how did the wot fandom find this i am a gaming blog mostly..

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summerhighlandfalls · 1 month

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A while ago I said when the hotcock post reached 10k I’d draw some scollace kisses and these are wayyyyy overdue

#my art #scollace #scott pilgrim #that post is at 14k which is just completely incomprehensible to me. thank you scollaceheads you make it all possible….

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aq2003 · 16 days

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martha jones is kind of like if horatio and ophelia were one person tbh

this post by darkcomedies

s03e08 human nature // hamlet (2009), act 3 scene 2 // hamlet to horatio, act 3 scene 2 // martha about ten, s03e09 the family of blood // s03e03 gridlock // hamlet (2009), act 5 scene 1 // canary in a coal mine by the crane wives

s03e02 the shakespeare code // hamlet (2009), act 3 scene 1 // ophelia about hamlet, act 2 scene 1 // s03e07 42 // hamlet (2009), act 3 scene 2 // s03e05 evolution of the daleks // hoping on another life by madds buckley

hamlet's letter to ophelia, act 2 scene 2 // s03e13 last of the time lords // hamlet (2009), act 5 scene 2 // the shooting script for s03e07 42 // the tags on darkcomedies' post

#martha jones #tenth doctor #10th doctor #doctor who #hamlet #david tennant #<- because this IS his fault . at least a little bit #dr who #10 era #ten and martha #my edits #i do NOT know how to title my webweaving posts sorry and also my sources look like a nightmare #this post is just extremely fucking incomprehensible . sorry. my bad #so proud of the parallel i drew between the scene at the end of gridlock and alas poor yorick i'm so smart <- deranged #also despite the fact martha clocks closer to horatio in my head and it's way easier drawing parallels between those two #so proud of the parallel between hamlet's love letter and last of the timelords my brain is huge <- DERANGED #no this isnt a ship post bc im not built like that but i do realize i've set myself up for failure completely with this one #DONT LET ME COOK [BANGS POTS AND PANS] DONT LET ME COOK

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driftwood-fireflies · 2 months

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spoke with a friend recently about who we think was under the mask in certain scenes and why. I could go on about this forever, and maybe I will in its own post someday, but the one I want to talk about here is tatum's death.

I'll go a little bit into "proof" in a moment, but just know thats not fully what this post is about so I won't be entertaining every contingency, but: I think it was stu.

to me, the mannerisms were one of the main things that sold it for me - (what I perceived to be) stu's ghostface, and stu as a person, is very jovial. obviously. he's playful and expressive, much unlike billy. and while billy most certainly has fun in his own way, he's never as animated as stu is. the head tilt, the little back and forth between him and tatum as she believes him to be randy... that's all stu to me.

but beyond "canon evidence," the main reason I think it was stu is because it's far more interesting. yes, yes, if we operate under the assumption that billy and stu really had something going on (which i am), billy killing his boyfriends girlfriend is intriguing. but, to me, it's far more revealing of their dynamic if it was stu.

stu's slavish devotion to billy is evident in basically everything he does and says in the movie. he's constantly defending him, willing to entertain the jokes about him being casey's killer if only to keep billy from scrutiny. so it not only stands to reason but adds another layer of depth to this perverse obsession if we believe that stu was the one to kill tatum.

it's an act of service, a display of loyalty, and forgive my love of the dog motif, but - like a prey animal dropped at his owner's feet. his love for him is so strong that their first kill of the night, the one that will determine how well they can get away with the massacre, had to be tatum by stu's hand. if nothing else, she has to die, and he has to be the one to kill her. if they are caught afterwards or killed in the aftermath, at the very least stu will have done that much and proven himself one final time. it's security in wordlessly telling billy that he's the only one he ever really cared about.

#every time i make these long meta posts i worry that theyre completely incomprehensible to anyone #but whatever #hopefully i worded this right #scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #billy x stu #stu x billy #billystu #stuilly #txt

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littlemizzlinguistics · 8 months

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Look y’all, the the parte más difícil de speaking multiple languages ain’t the “hablar muchas lenguas” part, కాని “the keeping them separate part, కాదా?

#multiple languages #linguistics #my brain is jsut a bag of words tossed around like a salad while the Harry Potter music plays on loop in the background #if this post is completely incomprehensible to you #welcome to my brain lmao #comedy #funny

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brewstersbru · 7 days

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A little riz ficlet i started last week and finished today (pok feels 💚)

Your name is Riz.

Riz knows Kristen didn’t mean it, knows she was just being funny, trying to ease his nerves before his first big game on the Owlbears. But he can’t stop hearing his mother’s voice in his head, digging, nudging him to buck up and fight against it.

He regrets snapping at her, but not as much as he should, probably. He’s not certain he would’ve even said anything if his mom hadn’t had that conversation with him.

And now Kristen’s getting expelled, but not really, and instead they have to go through a harrowing trial of standardized testing coupled with fighting monsters where it only ends if all of them die or they kill all the monsters.

No one has ever killed all the monsters before, and Riz isn’t arrogant enough to actually believe they’ll be the first. Not with the weight of Junior year on their shoulders. It’ll be nice to see his dad again, outside of the tiny little hologram on his watch, or when he talks to the air around his grave- never knowing for sure but believing that he’s there, listening.

But dying hurts. Riz still gets nightmares about that first time he did it, and it doesn’t help that the video of it happening is still up for everyone to see. The views keep climbing, no matter how time marches on people still search it up. It makes him a little nauseous to think about.

There’s a lot on Riz’s mind tonight- not that there hasn’t always been- but for some reason he can’t tune it out right now, can’t push it down with work or school or trying to solve a mystery. His mind is just running, turning over and over itself, churning through the complicated web of problems he’s found himself caught in.

There’s just so much that needs fixing, that needs to be worked on and chipped away at and he can’t do anything about it. Just has to stare at the ceiling of the living room in Mordrid Manor, trying to will himself to sleep while his friends snore beside him. Well- Adiane isn’t really sleeping, but after finally dropping the mental weight of her finances, she’s been falling deeper into her trances to regain her energy.

It feels almost like his heart is about to jump right out of his chest, like it’s squirming around, trying to wedge itself up his throat and out of his mouth. Riz would never tell anyone this but he’s terrified that he’s still that same futile little thing he was in the palimpsest. Scratching at thick walls until his hands bleed, littered with shards of the effort, but in that righteous violence, ultimately having done nothing of real use.

How many times does he have to bleed for it to mean something? How many times does he have to die before his friends can stay with him? Before people and gods and monsters stop trying to pry them away from his bloody, clenched fingers. He worked for this, he dug deep and rent himself in six equal pieces for the hope of staying together. How much more could the universe possibly expect from him? When is it enough?

There’s a soft beep from his wristwatch- which, unlike all of his other gadgets, he never takes off, not even when sleeping- and Riz takes the opportunity to get away from staring at the same crack in the ceiling he’s been looking at for the past hour. He stands and picks his way through a maze of limbs and drool to the kitchen.

With some semblance of privacy, he checks the watch. What could his dad- Agent Gukgak- need from him at this time of night? Does time work the same way up there? Is he ok? Is it possible for him not to be?

A small hologram of his father appears above the watch, disheveled, as if he just got back to the office. As soon as he appears, he steps back for a moment and quickly catalogues his son’s state. After about a minute, he heaves a deep sigh.

“You’re ok.” It’s not a question. Riz nods, slowly.

“I am, sure. But what about you, Agent Gukgak- sir? What’s wrong? Why’d you call?” He tries to keep his voice quiet, and moves towards the front door, hoping to get outside so he and Agent Gukgak can have a serious business conversation without him sounding like a teenager at a sleepover. He is a teenager at a sleepover, but that’s beside the point.

Agent Gukgak tilts his head at him. “Kiddo, I didn’t call for me, I called for you. Your heartbeat spiked about a half hour ago and hasn’t returned to baseline since. I called as soon as I could get back.”

Riz, having just made it outside- the door creaked just slightly, but he’s not worried about any of the others having heard; they sleep like logs- stumbles a bit as he tries to settle himself on the porch steps.

It’s late, so he can be forgiven for lacking his usual tact as he stutters, “Wha- huh? This thing can track my heartbeat?” Like that was the most important part of what Agent Gukgak had said.

Agent Gukgak smiles at him, wry. “Course it can, and your blood sugar, iron levels, as well as body temperature. You should talk to your mom about iron pills, actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. I know you haven’t been to the doctor for a while, but we’ve been detecting low iron in your blood for a while. And don’t even get me started on your eating habits, you’re just like your mother, waiting until you’re near ready to faint to give your body anything substantial.” His tone starts warm, but quickly devolves into something more scolding. Riz allows the conversation to derail a little bit.

“It’s not that I do it consciously, I just forget. There’s a lot of work to do and it’s hard to schedule out non-school-mandated mealtimes for myself. I’ll make a note about the iron though.” Riz thinks they’re both overtly aware of the fact that he doesn’t move to jot anything down. Iron pills have got to be expensive, and if he’s made it this far without, he doesn’t see a reason to ask for them now. Agent Gukgak sighs.

“Riz- it’s- I-“ He pauses, takes a second to collect himself. “I often find myself wishing, when we talk, that I was able to come down there and live with you and your mother. At least until we sent you off to college.” There’s a wistfulness to his gaze that Riz can’t find it within himself to watch, he knows what’s at the end of this train of thought and it’s never pretty. ‘What ifs’ and ‘could have beens’ are only as good as a wish, because they’re never rooted in reality. Always washed with rose and drowned in nostalgia.

Riz cuts in, “You’ve been doing good work where you can. And- and I think I turned out pretty okay. All things considered.” It feels a little strange to be defending his father to himself, but Agent Gukgak just shakes his head.

“More than ‘pretty okay’, kiddo. You’re the best thing I’ve ever done, not just in your work, but in who you are. I see the way you care for your friends, the way you help your mother, the way you meet every problem head on with a plan and a backup plan, just in case. I just wish the world had been kinder. Wish I coulda been there to make it be, when it couldn’t get there on its own.”

And then, for some, mortifying reason, Riz bursts into tears. It’s not loud or messy or even really all that different than what he usually looks like. At a distance, you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell. But there are tears streaming steadily down his face and every so often he has to sniff and blink his eyes to catch up with the stream. He swipes an arm roughly across his eyes to try and stem the flow, or better, stop it completely.

“I’m sorry, Agent-“

“Dad. Just call me dad kiddo. Please. Or Pok, just- not ‘Agent Gukgak’.” Pok’s own expression has crumpled, brows furrowing at the sight of his son so obviously distraught with no way to physically comfort him.

Riz nods, “Sorry, dad, I don’t-“ He sniffs, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s just Kristen’s being expelled unless we do this last stand thing tomorrow where we’re probably gonna die at the end, and I saw my name in Kipperlilly’s file but I haven’t had time to figure out why it’s there, and Fig skipped class again, which, I know isn’t going to fail her probably but it makes me nervous because what if she starts skipping every day again? Also our vice principal might be crazy and evil and I haven’t had any time at all to look into that-“

He cuts himself off with a gasping, cut-off sob, burying his face in his arm in his overwhelm but keeping his wrist level so Pok remains visible.

It’s hard to see through the rivers of tears that are spouting from his tear ducts, but Riz thinks he sees his father tugging at his hair, pacing as he watches this unfold. Huh, they kind of are the same.

“You’re seventeen. Seventeen, you shouldn’t- I can’t-“ He seems at a loss for words, baffled by the injustice of it all. Riz has stopped trying to fight the waves of tears, instead letting them wash over them, swiping at his cheeks every couple of seconds to keep them dry.

Pok paces for a few more minutes, fiddling with different parts of his outfit until he’s gathered his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Riz.” Is what he settles on, moving close to the image capture of the hologram so that, if Riz were to tilt his head forward, it could almost be as if they were touching foreheads. Pok continues, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there and I’m sorry that you have so much to deal with right now. I wish I could do more, but all I can give you is advice. What you’ve got on your plate right now, every piece of this hellish puzzle, both is and is not a war. There’s you, and there’s the problem, and a lot of times it seems like the problem is so much bigger than you are, so much more than you’re equipped to handle. Like you’re a man at the base of a mountain with a shovel, hoping to dig a hole through it. But once you start thinking that, the moment you let yourself become less than, that’s when you start losing. You either gotta grow to match the size of it or cut it into little pieces you know you can handle, and I’ve never met anyone who could do the first of those.”

Pok takes a deep breath, then his lips quirk into a rueful smile.

“Also, it’s a lot easier to do things when you eat, and you let other people help you.” He emphasizes the last parts with a heavy look directly into Riz’s eyes. Like he knows exactly how he’s been doing things thus far and is telling him to change it up, for his own sake.

Riz sniffles, nodding. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel the warmth of his father’s skin through the hologram. Or the illusion of it.

“I can do that.” Riz takes a deep breath. “I can do that.”

Pok smiles. “I know you can, kid. Just take it slow. Don’t lose yourself in it.” He speaks as if he’s learned from experience. The realization of how little he truly knows his father hits Riz like a bucket of ice water. A shiver works its way up his spine.

For a moment, he considers asking. Thinks about spending the night on this porch, effectively on the phone with his dad, talking and learning things he’s wanted to know for as long as he’s been visiting Pok’s grave. Then, Pok clears his throat, expression pinched with regret.

“Sorry, kid I-“

Then he remembers that life isn’t fair, and the world moves on, whether you’re ready for it or not. Riz blinks away his tears.

“Yeah- no- I know. You’ve got badass angel things to do. I’m good. Thanks for calling.”

Pok gets a look on his face, equal parts proud and devastated. His eyebrows furrow into poignant resignation.

“I’ll try to do it more. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

And then he’s gone, and all Riz has is the cool fingers of the wind, grasping over his shoulders in an icy embrace. He puffs a breath into the air and watches it fizzle from fog to nothing.

It’s dark. It’s going to be dark for another eight hours at least.

Riz is going to die tomorrow, probably. He’ll be fine, but he doesn’t want to.

He really doesn’t want to.

#riz gukgak #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #pok gukgak #father son feels #nothing is okay ever #i will never write a completely healthy father son dynamic mwahahaha #riz is so small its crazy how u can fit sooooo many issues into one little guy #one guy so little as he #might be incomprehensible it is late #brublurbs #cross posted on ao3 as always bc i crave attention

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barbie-nightmare-house · 2 months

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I just finished my (???) rewatch of season 1 and I’m restarting season 4 and I genuinely think I have developed a narrative that explains the supernatural elements and it started because I WAS GOING THROUGH MY BOOKSHELF TODAY FOR INSPO TO WRITE THIS FUCKING FIC AND I OPENED A BOOK I HAVE NEVER READ— WHICH I BOUGHT IN A CREEPY SECOND HAND STORE YEARS AGO BTW— AND UPON SKIMMING I OPENED TO A PAGE WITH A HORNED GOD

AND THEN I STARTED RESEARCHING AND I SWEAR TO GOD I HAVE A THEORY I SWEAR TO GOD IM ON SOME SHIT RIGHT NOW IM PROCESSING BY SPEWING NONSENSE AT MY FRIEND BUT I SWEAR ITS GONNA MAKE SENSE

#I’m gonna have to consult the academically reviewed resources #Reddit and Wikipedia #but I don’t think anyone has threaded the theory to completion AND IM FLOSSING MY FUCKING TEETH WITH IT #RIGHT NEEEEOOOOW #holy fuck holy fuck once I get this fully formed im going to create the most incomprehensible Reddit post #fuck fuck fuck #rust cohle #true detective season 1 #true detective season 4 #I see everything #I SUHWEAAAR IM ONTO SOMETHING MAJOR #JUST GIMME ANOTHER WEEK CAPTAIN #mentally I’m a chain smoking detective that’s stabbing my thumb meat on a push pin #FUCKKKK #I can’t wait to get downvoted #I can’t wait for a 43 year old divorced father to tell me I’m a moron #trash bin tag

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galecgun · 1 month

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I understand that there’s a lot of room to be like “this is, or Was at the time, probably his least favorite individual nanosecond out of of his entire life. Imagine finally being killed by the guy who brutally destroyed your planet and tortured you extremely personally for decades. but you are resurrected last minute in the fight against him. you fuckin. make it over to him. you MOCK HIM. you IMMEDIATELY get sent really, really far away with no way to return to where you were and then this OTHER guy. whom you also hate. for different reasons. goes through quite a lot of trouble to let the bastard live”

but this moment itself is just so funny to me. Porunga used /kick. Back to lobby junior this isn’t your fight. You are not the guy. Go pick some grass

#i forgot my text post tag #interested in other possible least favorite individual nanoseconds.#This would be worse than being killed i think like it would sting in a different way. That did definitely suck though #IGNORE ME!!!#theres another thread here that goes ‘feeling slighted or insulted by freeza getting the same treatment he did’#‘and eventually spending a lot of time ruminating about Someone Thinking The Two Of You Are Alike In Any Way’#discovering that his forgiveness isn’t just for you ……… finding that it can be completely misguided #Wondering if it’s misguided!!! wondering if it’s deserved #if it’s fair. It wasn’t for freeza it was wrong. it was too hopeful. maybe you’re the same as your surrogate tortureparent #Maybe This Cannot Be Removed From You. maybe you’ll take advantage of it like he did because he’d have taught you to #Idk………. idk #incomprehensible post i may delete this tomorrow. I need sleep now. Good Night.#sticker book

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its-alldownhillfromhere · 4 months

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Okay so I’m wrapping up Impel Down and this is my prediction for One Piece are y’all ready?

*after Marineford*

Luffy: okay listen

Luffy: *Powerpoint entitled “Why you should join my crew” with 37 slides*

Jimbei: how did you get into my house!?

~later~

Luffy: In conclusion:

*a picture of a whale shark with a straw hat badly photoshopped onto it*