#but...???

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🌂 ...is there no transphobic bit in The Inbetweeners???

[legal-poppy]

maybe im just going crazy like usual during a new mcu show but did anyone else catch the officer morales name drop during the trial?

[sothischickshe]

I AM glad that all of this ew homeless ppl are gross stuff led to an annie realises she's been being judgemental conclusion, but I'm not sure I believe she would be THAT judgemental...? Like I swear she was grabbing expired food from f&f...?

[demonic-mnemonic]

you know what...I love Tori Amos, but I will be the first to admit that her lyrics are utterly fucking incomprehensible

[machiavellianjanearchive]

kinda wish when you get to call sera out after the verchiel march you can point out the over-the-top violence of her murdering that noble as a qualm.

[i-am-the-bluejay]

Can I clean out my drawers without getting side tracked 58 times with the random WIPs and knick knacks I find for once

[piper-aileen-lenox]

@shutteredfocus​

It was easy to forget that Mark had friends outside their little gang of eight. After all, most of his time was spent in the loft they both shared with Roger, and any time that wasn’t spent cooped up inside, he was usually wandering around the city, looking for things to film. While she couldn’t account for most of the time he spent outside of their apartment, Piper had always kind of assumed that his wandering was an independent venture. This was partially because it was a rare that she, or any of the rest of them, tagged along, and partially because of the assumption that he didn’t have anyone else who would join him on his little excursions. Mark had a certain awkwardness to him that made it hard to imagine that he’d reach out to strangers on his own, so, it probably was a generally fair assumption to make that he wouldn’t have some secret friends that they all knew nothing about.

Unfortunately, she turned out to be wrong. Not that she could stay particularly upset about it, given the fact that this revelation came with an invitation to go screw around at Coney Island for the evening. The promise of funnel cake was enough to heal any wound. 

Although, as she’d found as the night dragged on, it didn’t seem to dull the sting of being all but abandoned by her friends. Roger and Mimi had wandered off on their own almost as soon as they’d walked through the gates, Maureen had dragged Joanne away when they’d passed a striped tent labelled, “PSYCHIC,” Collins had promised to go win Angel a giant teddy bear from the midway, and most recently, Mark had gone off in search of a tolerable port-a-potty to use. Which left her alone with this man with a vaguely familiar face that Mark had cited as his reason for dragging them all out to Brooklyn, trying to save them from standing in silence for however long it took Mark to take a piss.

“This is why I should never do anything with an odd number of people. It doesn’t matter how many people there are, I will always end up third wheeling because everyone else ends up coupling off.” Her tone has no real bitterness to it, but it doesn’t seem to be quite playful either. It was more of a sarcastic indictment of their current, uncomfortable situation. “The trouble is, I’m not sure if that’s a sign that I should make more friends or just push you into the Hudson Bay.”

[ayanoinpurple]

(Un)Popular Opinion

Four cantos in, and the Divine Comedy, is, in fact, fucking hilarious. Homeboy wakes up outside the gates of Hell, gets his ass almost handed to him by a panther, a lion, and a wolf, scaring the shit out of him, and then he meets his Idol. And instead of questioning it he just kinda decides on a whim to just go with it. Like “This is my life now.” Like what was Dante on?