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if you see a post about wanting to or actually eating / drinking / consuming music in any way please tag me in it. please. this is the only request i have for my followers

i tag injuries/gore as wounds cw, don’t warning tag anything else

#consuming music

c-rowlesdraws

every time…

#having proportionate and normal feelings about van bao from batgirl 2025

eternalgirlscout

a while ago I read an omegaverse fic where part of the premise was that the guy had like, abnormally long and intense heats, which as you can imagine was used for horny reasons. but it was a fairly grounded omegaverse setting as far as it goes, and I could not stop thinking "he has pornworld endometriosis and needs to see an ΩBGYN"

inevitablyuncertain

do you think ART knows how Murderbot talks about food

#murderbot

bloedgetuige

ohhh october be kind. on god be kind

bloedgetuige

im handing out chocolate and tea to everyone reblogging this. good luck friends i wish you all the best

writeranon69

Don't Fall for this scam.

Transgender community, please please please do NOT use this product! It will kill you if used, please do not use it whatsoever.

Please reblog and spread the word

valtsv

had an edible and am now explaining goncharov to the party guests

valtsv

they've invented a minor character named ernesto who's only role is to follow goncharov around and say "nice one boss!" whenever he does anything. im so proud of them

throwsahammer

I feel like boiling Ernesto Cagliari's role in the story down to "guy who follows Goncharov around and says nice one, boss!" Is really doing his character a disservice. Yes, he's a very on-the-nose parody of the sorts of nameless henchmen and "right hand men" that you see in other mafia media, but he's also a subversion of the trope who embodies the way that powerful men who surround themselves with yes-men eventually find themselves trapped in an echo chamber where they can't separate their own delusions of grandeur from the real world. The entire carnival chase sequence in Venice ends with Goncharov leading himself into a literal funhouse where he's trapped with an (actually nameless!) assassin and surrounded by distorted mirror Ernestos all equally unable to help him find the exit because all they can do at that point is encourage the boss's fruitless andmisguided efforts. It's only once Ernesto is killed by reality violently reasserting itself in the form of the assassin, and the funhouse mirrors are broken in the ensuing fight that Goncharov even begins to confront the immediate reality his actions have created and the broader reality of those people who live outside his self-important bubble.

13hemoglobin

Im interested in learning everyone's media traditions. Like watching Die Hard every Christmas or Groundhogs Day every Groundhogs Day. id love to know if anyone has a specific summer movie or Halloween movie or St. Patrick's Day movie or whatever. please tag it so I can know

#watch jurassic park every thanksgiving

homobeast

oh what the hell, add another basil leaf! i’m not driving

elias-rights

Sorry, sorry, but manipulative hurt/comfort is fucking cocaine to me. The predatory aspect of it. The vulnerability—500% better if the hurt party knows they're being manipulated and is past the point of caring. The juxtaposition of sweet and sharp flavours. Barkbarkbark

#tagged me #YESSSSSSSsssssss #jim patching him up.... like he wasnt the one who did all that? specifically to inpact sebs life forever????#delicious

menaceanon

I think like. The thing I keep coming back to about the Murderbot show is that I cannot remember ever seeing another tv show give an “Oh” moment to platonic love.

But my god, when Murderbot shows Mensah Sanctuary Moon to help with her panic attack. You see her look at it, and you see her realize…

Yes, she has been thinking of Murderbot as a person, that’s why she went back for it at the DeltFall habitat. But it’s all been very theoretical—the way you might help a stranger up if they fall, but that doesn’t mean you want to get to know them. It doesn’t mean you’ve reckoned with their interiority.

But as Murderbot murmurs, “Breathe, breathe, breathe the crystal light” to itself, you see it all click into place for Ayda Mensah.

This terror she’s experiencing? All-consuming and confusing and soul-crushing? SecUnit has felt this. And it had to face it alone—not just in the sense that there has never been anyone to offer it comfort, but in the sense that no one even thought that it—it as an entity, it as a being capable of fear—exists.

So it found this show. And Mensah has been so pissed at it for potentially getting them all killed because it thought a stupid fucking soap opera mattered, but oh, oh, oh fuck, this show is the only thing in the universe that has ever given it comfort. This show has offered it context and escapism and asked for nothing in return. It absolutely is critical matériel.

And that brings her to now, to herself, to herself and Murderbot. This person next to her, who she is technically in possession of, who has had to claw and scrape for even a thimbleful of peace, who was only able to protect that peace by never ever ever letting anyone know it existed. She and her team have ripped away its impossibly precious privacy, exposed its secrets… and here it is handing her part of its soul anyway, because in this moment she needs it.

Because it knows what it’s like to be scared and alone, and does not want her to feel that way.

And so she falls in love, and you get to watch it happen.

My ace ass has a lot of messy feelings about love and the way it appears on screen. Few things have hit me as hard as getting to witness the exact moment Dr. Ayda Mensah’s soul met Murderbot’s and decided it was home.

#murderbot