finnster

'yeah I'm talking to myself but that's just cause I got shit to say, you know' he/ him | 22

[starfoxff]

tagging my comedic post #goofs to make sure the jokes fandom can find it. or whatever

[starfoxff]

I've been watching all of Matt Johnson's stuff over the past week or so and when I watched the first episode of the Nirvana The Band The Show webseries I thought 'well, Matt Johnson shouldn't be saying faggot but it's an unfortunate product of its time', and then I watched everything he ever made and when I rewatched the first episode of the Nirvana The Band The Show webseries today I thought 'he can say that'

[starfoxff]

Tom Holland did one movie with Matt Damon and now he's going on Amy Poehler's podcast talking about saving the mid-budget movie, they were radicalising him on that set

[starfoxff]

I made a video about severance, the show severance which I have mixed feelings about, and you can watch it right now!

[starfoxff]

No Children rules unbelievably on its own merits but it rules especially as the 7th track on Tallahassee. Right in the middle of this horror story there's a lively tongue-in-cheek duet that sounds like it's being played in a bar and it's horrible but it's all fun and romantic and then you have 7 songs left and two of them are See America Right and Oceanographer's choice. Greatest album ever written.

[starfoxff]

This is an awesome take, people will want to kill you for saying this but you're more right than wrong

[devilishdescent]

A bread is one of the most vulnerable animals on earth of all time. It can die in a number of different ways, which include being smashed, being old, being rottened, being crumpled up, getting too hot, having water put on it, and having water not on it but being in the air a lot (the water (mist)). The bread’s favorite way to die is being eaten, but the world is a complicated place, and it does not care for what the bread wants, and so it dies in a variety of ways which are not the preference of the bread.

Humans are considered the bread’s natural predator, and also, are the bread’s mommy (make/give birth to the bread). Humans are a large species of ant or plant or ele phant with two grasping appendages which they use to give birth to the bread. They also have one hole which eats the bread, and some other holes, which the bread is not allowed near, generally.

Some bread can go in the fridge. Some bread has fruit in it. Scientists don’t know why, as putting fruit in the bread is considered yucky, and scientists have difficulty imagining an organism that likes yucky things.

There is the anteater, which is an organism that likes yucky things, but scientists do not need to imagine it, because it is real.

[starfoxff]

No Children rules unbelievably on its own merits but it rules especially as the 7th track on Tallahassee. Right in the middle of this horror story there's a lively tongue-in-cheek duet that sounds like it's being played in a bar and it's horrible but it's all fun and romantic and then you have 7 songs left and two of them are See America Right and Oceanographer's choice. Greatest album ever written.

[starfoxff]

Lex Get Bald Tonight

[powerbottombrucespringsteen]

I think movies need more sex and i also think that actors need to be uglier and less in shape

[dryshawarma]

Do you hate children yes or no

[powerbottombrucespringsteen]

Yes

[starfoxff]

Leaving my previous role in the Student Slacker Mill to enter full-time employment at the Don't Kill Yourself Factory

[stqff]

We here at Tumblr have noticed everyone has very strong feelings about every post on this site being changed to a picture of Lex Luthor from The CW's Smallville with the words "Lex Get Bald Tonight" over it. To this we say: we're listening. we hear you. and we couldn't give a rat's ass what you think. Get out there and start balding.

[stqff]

We here at Tumblr have noticed everyone has very strong feelings about every post on this site being changed to a picture of Lex Luthor from The CW's Smallville with the words "Lex Get Bald Tonight" over it. To this we say: we're listening. we hear you. and we couldn't give a rat's ass what you think. Get out there and start balding.

[starfoxff]

middle aged woman by herself drinking a glass of wine and reading a book in the cafe of the arthouse cinema, she's the greatest of us

[gay--dog]

video game with a flaccid -> boner meter in the ui but the whole game it never changes at all and nothing makes the boner meter go up so youre jusg aware of the protags flaccid penis the whole time for no good reason

[gay--dog]

to be clear in my thinking this would only work in a completely nonsexual game, of course it Could have a function in some sort of porn game depending on the sorta porn youre going for but thats not really my idea here. this concept only works to me if its completely useless and unrelated & the protag isnt even sexualized even a little bit, otherwise i think it loses its charm. you just have to know about their penis and you have to wonder why the entire game and you have to try and figure that out until you realize theres no reason and youre just aware of their penis because the dev is probably fucked in the head or something like that. and then by that point youve reached the highest level of connection possible with a game developer aside from maybe ambushing them from behind and drinking all their blood until they die. and thats how we fix the gaming industry

[starfoxff]

Oh I KNOW an involuntary psyche hold HATES to see Dr Robby Robinavitch coming

[starfoxff]

My flatmate who I can sometimes stand: *inaudible*

My flatmate who I wish to kill: what was that?

My flatmate who I can sometimes stand: *louder inaudible*

My flatmate who I wish to kill: oh yeah juice and toothpaste is terrible

My flatmate who I can sometimes stand: yeah

[starfoxff]

in 15 years Timmy is gonna win an Oscar for some dull slop movie that no one cares about, and some time between now and then Michael B Jordan will lose for an underappreciated career-best so that we can give another Oscar to an asshole who won't deserve it, as is the way of the Oscars