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There is a third type of blogging which is what I’m doing
phone in bed show me what I need to see
everyone who is not currently in the process of moving please pause and take a moment to be grateful that you're not currently in the process of moving
The two "created in a lab" fantasies:
Yes, everything about me is fucked up, but what if that was secretly awesome?
Yes, everything about me is fucked up, but what if there was someone to blame?
Instagram kept showing me this video over and over again and it’s so disgusting and vile I had to to make it into a gif and show you
Okay! I love this now, it’s really special to me.
it’s kind of funny how much marvel wrote themselves into a corner with steve and bucky
you spend three movies establishing that the only thing that gets The Righteous Man to break his strict moral code and throw all reason and logic to the wind is his love for his BF(F) which obviously results in having millions of people talking about the possibility of them actually being in love (see: #givecapaboyfriend/just Google search stucky) and the only choice you have left is to acknowledge the deep emotional bond you (apparently accidentally) wrote between them or toss one of them into the Void.
i need to show you guys the absurdly saucy pear my parents just casually had out in the fruit bowl like it was normal
im not a talented photographer but these come close to capturing the overall effect (i.e., the raunch factor)
I’m really enamored with the dynamic of two characters who work perfectly in tandem, like pacific rim drift compatible level, but they don’t like each other. It’s not even as strong an emotion as hate it’s just a very neutral-negative dislike, but they still act in perfect concert and their individual abilities are fully complementary
no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood
I’m not afraid to admit that girls with big biceps affect me the same way a laser pointer affects a cat.
“I wish I was more powerful, like you guys. Even casting fireball takes it right out of me some days.”
“Hey, none of that. You're a valued member of the team, no matter what your power level.”
“I just don't understand how you can tear open that portal to the fire dimension so easily.”
“… fire dimension?”
“Yeah. Where the fire lives. Before you summon it. For fireballs.”
“Dude. We've been creating explosions by igniting flammable gases in the air. What the fuck have you been doing?”
this is like the opposite of that "wizard vs artificer" post. the one that goes, like, "oh, you've just been summoning from the plane of water! I thought you had to combine hydrogen and oxygen, that's so much easier".
and I like that. because different methods will work for different people. sometimes you find it easier to start up physics and sometimes you find it easier to tear open the layers of reality.
it would be so funny if all fire actually came from the fire dimension, so putting out a fire would be like putting out a cat at night
the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped
my high horse is actually awesome and fast like the wind
Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling