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Oh look I have a side blog for my mental health/illness ranting this blog can go back to its general fandom nonsense.
what romanticism scam book ? 🔎🔎
nono, they’re neoclassicist, or...wannabe, sort of. Neo-Modern Classicist? Anyway they’re a Life Advice and Stationary Shop joint that has it in for Romanticism, apparently. The Book of Life--I posted a lot about them a couple-few days back. They are Very Odd, not least because they appear to be spoiling for Romanticism vs Classical Round Two. (But mostly, they want money. It’s the usual Pay Us To Solve Life thing. )
"What is that noise? You actually call it music?"
“ Unbelievable— Is the music police early today? Something must be wrong with your ears. I’m just gonna— ” he reached for the radio, turning the volume up before flashing Bastien a crooked smile. “ There you go. ”
The actress from the Folgercest commercial:
1) HAS A TUMBLR
2) IS JEFFREY COMBS'S DAUGHTER
I'm so out of the loop with this fandom...who is Janey Jansen and why was/is she a threat?
She was the antagonist that stood between Faberry in that fandom overrated classic fanfiction, Should Have Asked For Directions.
Local paper dude wrote about how "[City's] 'Redskins' name a symbol of strength, not disrespect".
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That's when you know you've made it. When you've got haters. When others are complaining you're taking their place in line. If you haven't been accused of being misogynist, dated and politically incorrect, you're too bland to make it. Yes, today it's all about edge. Monoculture was so nineties. When we all watched the same manufactured crap on MTV. Today it's all about being an individual. Starting out in the trenches of nicheland, waiting for your rocket ship to ubiquity.
FUCK YOU BOB LEFSETZ FOR THIS AND FOR MAKING ME AWARE OF THE EXISTENCE OF "The Women Of L.A."