#the edited version

[yourrightwords]

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[aljwritesphryne]

OK, the repeat of MFMM on Thursday on Alibi is the edited version - we’ve just cut to Hottie’s wedding with *NO* explanation whatsoever as to the fact of it being moved forward!

....

<waits>

In what I am fairly sure counts as a miracle - they HAVE NOT CUT the Phrack Kiss!

[stardustscribbles-blog]

Tom c:

[disneydorito]

TEAM CAP VS. TEAM IRON MAN 

 Screw you, Marvel, you are not breaking up the quartet and pushing Clint and Nat farther apart than you already have.

[in-the-tardis-with-samwise]

spaceballs is on Netflix!!!! now growing up I have only seen the edited version that was on tv. so I hope it's the true version!! :)

[convulse]

pros and Cons of england?

cons:                                                                                

people

pros:

people

[queenanimetrash]

Kim: oh jacking off was megaman ok

Jamie: ...WHAT NO YOU JACK IN NOT OFF

Kim: oops, typo

Jamie: ...OH MY GOD

[provinovem-blog]

Meetings

                I knew Ayano would scream at me til her lips turned blue if she found out I was ditching again. “The test is tomorrow and you have to study” and all that stuff that means about nil. What’s a test to getting a job? I walked down the streets with my hands in the pockets of my school uniform. There weren’t many people out and about because it was the middle of the day. Loads were at jobs or school or home, eating lunch. Maybe even restaurants, what the fuck do I know about other people? Up ahead of me, a pair of people caught my eye.

                It was Ayano, and some guy with long white hair was hanging off her arm. There was no way in hell Ayano would be ditching class, and no way in hell she’d be letting some guy hang off her arm. She thought anything weird was the worst thing ever. She yelled at me for getting my ears pierced on a daily fucking basis. Anyway I looked at it, this strange asshole was probably forcing her to ditch. The arms tugging at Ayano’s probably dragged her from school- and in that case, my fifteen year old cousin was being kidnapped.

                “HEY YOU! ASSHOLE WITH MY COUSIN! LET FUCKING GO OF HER!” I roared, running forward and punching him square between the shoulder blades.  The guy stumbled and let go of her, and Ayano broke free. 

                The guy stood up. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” he screamed, aiming a punch at my face. It hit too fast and my cheek stung.

                Over his shoulder I saw Ayano, her eyes wide in her tiny face. “What are you doing?” she cried.

                “I’m gonna beat the shit out of him!” I yelled. “I won’t let him screw with you!”

                Ayano covered her face in her hands. I felt a crack at the back of my head, and the world swam. A dull pounding started in my ears. I swear I could taste my stomach and spots danced behind my eyes.  Had that asshole punched me and knocked me flat? What the fuck was this shit? He would fuckin pay! He’d taste my fist! No one did that to me, the fastest fucking fist in the east!

                I tried to roll over. Flopping on my side, I blinked as the world swam. The taste of acid in my mouth was too much, and I began to cough. My body began to shake. How the hell was I so fucking weak?

                A hand lightly touched my back. Through the swimming world I stared at Ayano’s face, twisting and swirling in on itself. She looked almost…sad? I couldn’t really tell when her eyes were swirling up like that.

                “I’m really sorry, Aya-chan. Tell Aunty and Uncle I’m safe,” she told me. “Okay?”

                “Okay,” I gasped out in reply. How could she think I wouldn’t tell them? I’d relay the message. Everything would be great.