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[emmy-bue]

My favorite thing about Sweeney Todd is that Sweeney gets into the killing-and-baking people business because he’s a deeply broken man destroyed by an unjust and corrupt system that cost him his freedom and family and has been driven mad by revenge.

And Mrs Lovett does it because somthin wrong with her <3

[tua-simp]

(heavily pro Sherlock propaganda for my history class) omg i just started Sherlock and it literally is best show I’ve EVER seen. the filming and editing, EXQUISITE and the fucking writing?!!?!?? Makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. John and Sherlock are literally made for each other and their relationship is absolutely immaculate. Plus the episodes are each super long so there’s a LOT of media of them together. It’s just like SO GOOD. You have to try it, idc if you have to buy it it’s 100% worth it. If you hate it you literally hate actually good writing because Sherlock literally has better writing than any of the shows, movies, or books out today or ever. You’re also ableist and transphobic, because Sherlock is the only good and accurate piece of autistic representation and Sherlock and John are literally t4t meow meows. 

[neotrances-deactivated]

mostly this behavior is worrying bc adults like that who choose not to learn media literacy or get better at critical thinking are easier targets for propaganda and misinformation and in relation to what’s happening in gaza and the kind of comments ive seen and post made by uninformed users on here it’s so very clear your adversity to knowledge is dangerous you not being able to read articles and discern whether or not it was written in a tone to paint a different picture than what happened is a huge problem, being unable to look at an article titled x amount of israelis killed, x amount of palestinians died” and not immediately pick up on the change in language trying to sway your thoughts is scary, it is not quirky or cute to have poor media literacy, you people are voting age and saying lol after stating you can’t read critically, you are so much more dangerous than you even understand

[jellybeanium124]

why do people without food allergies/sensitivities/celiac's/etc get so pissy when we can't eat their homemade food?? I'm the one who can't try your yummy brownies, carol, what's your problem?

[cookiebunker]

"But they're so good!" cool thanks I'll still have excruciating abdominal pains and migraines if i try one but good job rubbing in how lame i am

[jellybeanium124]

"I might die" doesn't even stop them from pulling the 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 maneuver 🙄 girl how about you enjoy being able to eat whatever you want wherever you go for a change -_-

[cookiebunker]

"You wont even try one??" geez sarah maybe if you'd taken an extra few minutes to ask about dietary restrictions and accommodate that we wouldnt be having this problem but sure make ME feel shitty about it

[tuhfenuf]

the distance between me and my father is equal to the height of the wall he built around his ego to believe he is a good man.

[necrotranscjk]

An important tweet

[sighinastorm]

This is such a "common sense" way of putting it. Everybody memorize this for spitting it back out whenever needed.

[pukicho]

my mind is sprung with creatures galore

[pukicho]

ah here comes one now

[throathole]

is it ok for a 24 and 28 yr old to date?

No you will fucking DIE

[withinthebrain]

Dad

He stands like the Statue of Liberty. Majestic, tall, intimidating. He stands like Superman. Compassionate, fair, selfless. He stands like Mufasa. Calm, fierce, fatherly. 

He carried me when I was four and too tired to walk on our cave exploration. He held my hand when we wandered the theme park when I was seven. At twelve, he built me a fort in the woods, so I had my own hideout. He yelled at me when I was sixteen and scratched up the car. Then he taught me how to fix my mistakes. 

He stands like the hero he is: Dad.

[leporinelou]

[awetistic-things]

i’ve reached a level of gayness previously only thought to be achievable by straight teenage boys clouded in a haze of puberty and hormones

[kermitlesbian]

fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams

[lobster-lover]

little quick thing. i know how to wield a pen and paper sometimes

[alcospray]

i'm currently learning how to write stories here and i just realized that i tend to have a formal and somehow academic/technical use of the language. thus, i struggle how to make my writing less robotic and more emotionally, fluid. i have a story draft and its embarrassing how it sounds like a technical paper. my goal for this month is to learn how to write vividly and emotionally.

if you have some helpful tips and resources, please gimme. oh, i also struggle with grammar, so if you have any easy references, please gimme some.

[transjudas]

i think it’s actually so fucked up that billy corgan is always talking about gerard and calling gerard his son.

gerard isn’t the way brother who almost got arrested by the fbi for bootlegging disney movies so he could follow smashing pumpkins down the east coast as a teenager

why aren’t you calling MIKEY your son you ungrateful bitch

[saintseed-family]

“Damn, I’m hungry,” Janus said as he looked around the marketplace.  “Can we stop and eat?”

“Of course, we’ve been shopping for awhile,” replied Thorn, “There’s plenty to choose from here, what do you want to get?”

Janus took in the various stalls that had been set up.  Summer market was always full of delicious smells and tastes, but today it seemed especially hard to decide on what to get.  Normally he’d settle for a fried kebab, or maybe something sweet, but everything looked good today.  While shopping, Thorn had already loaded up his basket with anything that Janus had asked for - leafy green vegetables and extremely sour fruits and his favorite kind of squash that got real buttery when it was baked, and yet none of those things really seemed like what he wanted to eat right now.  

He wasn’t fond of the phrase “eating for two,” he had always had a hearty appetite, but it was true that he was definitely putting that food to more use these days, and Thorn was more than happy to indulge in every request Janus had.

“Somethin’ fried… no… somethin’ spicy,” Janus said, glancing at all the food on display.  During the summer market they often got vendors from out of the village, bringing food they normally didn’t get to have, and the choices were overwhelming.  “No wait…  Sweet sounds good too…”

“We’re not on a budget darling, you can get more than one thing,” Thorn chuckled.

“Ah, I just can’t decide,” Janus laughed. “I’m used to thinkin’ with my stomach, but my belly is full of cub and they’re callin’ the shots.”

“Ah, so the cub is hungry then?” Thorn mused.  “What does the cub want?”

“A little of everything I think.”

“Well then I think we can make that happen,” he said with a smile.

“Alright then… Maybe… maybe some of that sweet fry bread from the bakery and… oh, egg sunny up sounds good… and maybe some of the Hazelbough’s hot sauce they put on their kebabs,” mused Janus.  “With green onions.”

“All at once?”

“Can I have it all at once?” Janus asked.

Thorn laughed, “You can have anything you want darling, I just worry the cub will be kicking you in protest!”

“It just all sounds really good,” admitted Janus with a shrug, “And I want all of it.”

“Then all of it you will have.”

They stopped at the bakery for the fry bread first, hot and dusted with sugar, then went to a street vender selling fried eggs.  The vendor gave Janus a strange look when he asked him to put the egg right on top of the sweet pastry, but didn’t say anything.  Finally they visited the Hazelbough’s stall for a sampling of their sauce and a handful of chopped onions.  Janus looked extremely pleased at his assembled treat and he smiled as he took a big bite.

“How is it?”“I suspect I’ll hate it if I ever have it when I’m not pregnant,” Janus chuckled as he tried to politely cover his mouth.  “But right now it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever had.” 

[surqrised]

“What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.”

— Unknown