five hundred crazed children

everything is thought's fault and i am so, so not ready for this fandom. sideblog to keep my misc other feels off of my space marine feels, but if i know myself i'm going to be very lazy and bad at this. GO TEAM

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so none of you jokers were gonna tell me master chiefs suit jacks him off, huh, y'all just weren’t gonna tell me

[gxrlfxg]

y'all were just gonna keep me in the dark, then

[mettic]

chief spends every halo game at full mast

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[picture above is of a page reading: “... The outer casing is a reinforced titanium alloy, and the undersuit is an advanced flex-suit capable of applying Bio-Foam whenever nec-” One of the benefactors cut her off, “Am I seeing this right?” She looked up from her PDA and quoted the text: “The groin region packs a sexual stimulant, designed to reduce combat stress and-” “Yes it does, but we will be open to inquiries on the...”]

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100 DAY MUSIC CHALLENGE: day 29 - a song that’s simple and repetitive but you love anyway

You said I must eat so many lemons, ‘cause I am so bitter. I said “I’d rather be with your friends mate, ‘cause they are much fitter”

[wilddeeratdawn]

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Emmy The Great - Paper Forest (In The Afterglow Of The Rapture) 

It’s like these days I have to write down almost every thought I’ve held,So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt,And these fears they will unravel me one day,But still I am afraid.

[birlinterrupted]

“maybe the means of production was inside us, all along”

[postmarxed-inactive-deactivated]

The real means of production was the friends we made along the way

[illogical-vulcan-deactivated201]

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tweet: teacher: your child won't stop yelling "this is bourgeois propaganda" in social studies me: have you tried not teaching bourgeois propaganda

[thought-42]

kimbalina & 57 "teach me to fight"

Post s13: in wich learning to fight is as difficult as learning to stop.

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why is your wash tag "washington washington six foot twenty fucking killing for fun"

this is a very good question, and this song is the answer (… very inappropriate)

[falling-towards-the-sky]

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So there are definitely some scenes I missed but this took 90 minutes to upload so oh well. In any case, here it is, the Agent Maine compilation. Volume warning for some parts and of course content warnings for blood, violence, guns, death, etc. as well as a little sexist/ableist language.

[mystoffelees]

callout post for class

-is tomorrow -i dont want to go

[daggers-drawn]

- Separates the proletariat from the bourgeoisie. - must be abolished.

[battle-scarred-raven]

//RvB Season 13 Outtakes, for anyone who can’t buy the DVD for whatever reason.

[mexicancarolina]

Why the fuck is this sooo cute?!

[nogoawayok-deactivated20200618]

the truth is there will continue to be superstar so long as i live in boston because every week or so i will see something that needs to be in it. like today on the orange line.

Imagine, if you will, a grown man in a black track suit and black underarmor ball cap hunched in an end seat flashing nervous glances at the rest of us in the car. one of his legs is jiggling. the other leg is bearing the weight of barely cracked-open mike’s pastry box, into which he furtively darts his hand on occasion to break off a piece of a donut and, ducking his head in shame at the unmistakable sound of the paper napkin, place it in his mouth. this man is getting his pastry fix in front of three dozen strangers somewhere underground between chinatown and new england medical center and he is ashamed of himself. but he can’t stop. one of those donuts was supposed to be for a friend. he crossed that line a long time ago. he’s in too deep. there is a lone white dot of powdered sugar on his nose, like a mark of cain.

anyway, imagine maine.

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tagged:  #superstar#imagine flowers being offended AT maine#not only is he going to the north end to get his pastries now instead of just ASKING butch#for an (absolutely gratis) plate of petit fors#he ate his donut#the one with custard in#ANYway please picture also niner and lina going to angel memorial to look at dogs#carolina is in love with EVERY pit mix. every last one#they are taking some home.#she has decided#niner has to explain that their lease has a block on certain breeds#carolina is OFFENDED#by this prejudice against pits and pit mixes#all these dogs have ever done is their VERY BEST#she will not stand for this kind of prejudice#she is going to cALL HER FATHER#...well#maybe not that. but she is going to CALL VENESSA KIMBALL who does something#or other about prejudice#in that she doesn't much like it#they are going to start a CAMPAIGN

[genghiskhanmp3-deactivated20160]

in bioshock you can hit a capitalist with a wrench

[grimcunty]

in real life you can hit a capitalist with a wrench

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important bulletin

carolina does the mom-arm thing

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Carolina talking to Kimball: Am I anti-capitalist? Of course I am anti-capitalist. I just hate... all the... capitalization... I hate it

[thought-42]

for the meme, carolina/tex-who-is-her-own-person plsthx!

Ooo ok!I mean, obvs Bitter Rivals is the fucking quintessential Texalina song–

It was the best of timesIt was the worst of timesI had to kill the new sheriff in townShe was gonna try to keep meYou go-go downYou go-go downIn a dream you will never be downSome howSome howAnother way to make the picture clearerPoint a gunAt the mirror…You are my bitter rivalBut I need you for survival

But I also offer up for your consideration Help

Thank you for letting me borrow your jacket itKept me warm in a cold placeSome people no matter how much money they makeCan’t get out of their own way

So (Help)I’m always focusing in on the wrong things (Help)I mean, the wrong things become everything (help)I don’t know what I’m gonna do, I don’t know what I’m gonna do about anything (Help)

(This is what I want, motherfucker make it happen for me) (Help)

You are the poison I need (Help)(This is what I want, motherfucker make it happen for me) You need a means to an ending (Help)

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anyway, the long awaited sequel to rvb on grindr:

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[lydia--argent]

“Heyyyy! So, we’re at the pig races…. And you…. ARE NOT. Are you FUCKING kidding me?”—

Overheard at the state fair (via beeawolf)

#PROMPT PROMPT PROMPT#please just take twenty minutes to imagine carolina saying this#you’ll need all twenty minutes#i’ll wait (viastopfrickinteam-killing)

YOU’RE WELCOME. Includes Red Team South and Red Team Carolina

Carolina stares around at the crowd. Everything from cut-off jeans to full armor is spattered in mud, the fairground made a slippery pit from last nights’ storm. A few people look over their shoulders and take a step back when Carolina’s visor lands on their face. She takes a step back from Grif and Simmons, both leaning against the fence and bickering about – okay, Carolina doesn’t keep track anymore. Definitely not after she hears Simmons say “Cows can’t fucking do that!”

“South. What’s your location?” Carolina scans the crowd again, but she’s pretty sure she couldn’t miss lavender and green.

“I’m standing in a goddamn pit,” South says helpfully.

Carolina rolls her eyes. “We’re at the pig races. And you are?”

South snorts. “Not fucking there, that’s for damn sure.”

Carolina strides off toward the striped canopies, pitched haphazard and tilting. She growls, “Are you FUCKING kidding me?”

She ignores Sarge calling after her “You’re gonna miss the best part!”

South’s helmet is lying next to her on a splintering picnic table, warped even worse from the damp. South is curled, glaring, over a huge plastic cup.

“Seriously?” Carolina says. “This whole ridiculous trip was supposed to be team bonding.”

“Team.” South rolls her eyes and takes a gulp of her drink. She grimaces. “Right.”

“Don’t be a shit.” Carolina slides in next to her. “It’s a goddamn pig race. It’s fun.” It is going to be fun, whether South decides to get on board or not.

South just shrugs and takes another drink. She pauses, then hands the cup over to Carolina. Conciliatory gestures aren’t really South’s thing, so she should probably encourage it. Carolina pries off her helmet.

The fairground reeks. Rusty deep fryer fumes, stale booze, motor oil, body odor, and livestock shit all hit Carolina like a hammer.

South smirks. Carolina meets her eyes and takes a sip of the drink. It’s warm, but not half as terrible as she was expecting.

“They gave you the good stuff,” she says.

South’s smirk grows predatory. It makes Carolina blink for a second, and South says “I’m a scary bitch.”

“Sure,” Carolina says. The corner of her mouth quirks up, and Souths eyes follow it.

Carolina hands the drink back. “Bring it with you,” she says, and tucker her helmet under her arm. “Let get back to the race track.”

South fiddles with the cup instead of getting her ass off the bench. Carolina slaps her on the shoulder. South shrugs her off and says, “The pigs look so fuckin’ sad. Running around in a circle.” She traces a finger around the edge of her cup. “Nowhere to goddamn go.”

Carolina swallows. She somehow doesn’t think it would help to remind South that the pigs are just going to be killed for bacon later.

“Are you two getting shitfaced without us?” Grif has his hands on his hips and is glaring between Carolina and South. “You’re gonna miss the best part of the fair. Also, what the fuck, totally not cool. Shit, you made me walk all the fucking way over here!” His voice is rising in pitch. South is definitely biting her tongue, and her shoulders are starting to shake.

“Its fifty goddamn yards,” Carolina says.

“Oh my god, I knew I felt like I was gonna pass out. You should definitely give me that.” He points at South’s drink.

“Suck it up,” South says. She pushes up from the table and drains the cup in one long draw. She throws it to Grif, who kind of swats it out the the air and shrieks a little bit.

“Fine.” South picks up her helmet and throws her free arm around Carolina’s shoulders. “Let’s go watch some livestock run in circles for our amusement.”

“You shouldn’t talk about Grif and Simmons like that,” Carolina says.

South laughs, and Grif bitches for the rest of the day.