Fucking Horseshit Call

hi my name is maeve and scott darling unofficially leaving the NHL gave me depression | my main account is @veggiedaddy

[veggiedaddy]

my only goal in life is comfort. and if i have to buy 50 stuffed animals on amazon to achieve that goal then So Be It

[thatoneshadyshop]

One can’t decide whether to join the Bard’s College or the Thieves Guild.

One will just have to weigh the prose and the cons.

[racist-sundown-site-deactivated]

*loads crossbow*

[roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg]

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

[peachdisco]

it’s fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like it’s such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. it’s a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, it’s a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when it’s on in public. it’s bittersweet to think about freddie’s legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because he’s a part of so many people’s good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.

[deathbutwithfuzzyanimals]

Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends

[reikah-deactivated20190906]

every time i see this post i’m reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony

like, what other song can make that claim?

[crewdlydrawn-deactivated2022072]

Some of the highlights of that video include:

The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what they’re all doing

So many people audibly ‘doing the guitar parts’… like ya do

The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)

How they all start jumping at the ramp-up “so you think you can stomp me”

Hands up, hundreds, thousands deep for the final “ooooo”s and the last line to close the song

[veggiedaddy]

[veggiedaddy]

watching tonight’s game like…

[weareateam]

surviving the cup final and realizing trade season is just getting started

[likeshipsonthesea]

The Lies We Lead

Warnings for allusions to homophobia and racism.

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Dex didn’t say anything as he let himself into Nursey’s dorm. Nursey’d given him a key a while back, half because he lost his a lot and half a tentative kind of trust. Dex’s roommate sexiled him a lot, and Nursey was only a couple floors down. It made sense, even if their relationship was tense, they were teammates. If Samwell had taught them anything, it was “got your back” wasn’t a suggestion.

Nursey wasn’t there, when Dex arrived. He felt weird about sitting on Nursey’s bed without him there, but the desk chair wasn’t warm enough, didn’t offer the comfort he needed. He sat on Nursey’s bed and leaned back against the wall and thought for a while.

There were a lot of things about Samwell he was afraid of. He’d never been on his own before, and though he could hardly be called dependent, it scared him to think that he was technically an adult now, that everything fell to him without the buffer of his parents. Hockey was more serious here, not the free-for-all his teammates back in high school treated it as, and he was always terrified he was going to fuck up, lose the game, disappoint the team, and Jack especially.

Mostly, though, he was afraid that things wouldn’t change.

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[weareateam]

the predators have become Too Sexy and therefore Too Powerful. Somebody Stop Them.

[weareateam]

[omgpourquoi]

nothing subtle here

Dex knew he was in trouble the first time he saw Nursey playing hockey. It was a practice, in frog year, and Dex had already decided that he and Nurse, Derek M. were not going to be friends. Or even acquaintances. Or anything close. But all the irritating comments and rolled eyes in the world couldn’t stop Dex’s stomach from swooping as he sat on the bench and watched Nursey slam a guy into the boards, steal the puck, and shoot for the net. He recognized the fluttery feeling in his stomach, he was a gay man  competing in competitive hockey. It was hopeless trying to ignore the fact that hockey players were hot as hell and Dex had given up trying long before Samwell.

But still, Dex told himself, it didn’t actually mean anything. A hockey crush is different than a crush crush. So Dex swallowed the feeling and once he was paired up with Nursey on the ice, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He had less time to watch Nursey when he was trying to keep his eyes on the puck, anyway.

Dex pushed when Nursey pulled. Their mutual agreement to disagree made the world go round and helped the goals get scored. So what if Dex felt slightly nauseous around Nurse sometimes? It was worth it for the cause. 

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[theorydictatespractice-deactiva]

This might come as a shock to some of you but saying “I’m not informed enough on this particular topic to have an opinion” is about 100 times more respectable than being misinformed

[magsbanes]

me: i’m gonna keep my opinionated mouth shut for once and stay out of it

me, 20 seconds later:

[herricaneamber]

If this ain’t me

[obviousplant]

I made a decoy wallet for pickpockets. TAKE THAT CRIME!

[konigstigerr]

this is a great way to get spite-stabbed

[75orchids]

Jokes on you that was my goal in the first place

[lowfraid]

necklace by pigeon

[extrajordinary]

GUYS. THERE WAS DRIVE-THROUGH IN ANCIENT ROME. FINDING OUT THIS ALONE IS WORTH THE COST OF MY MASTERS IN HISTORY.

[From Daily Life of the Ancient Romans by David Matz]

[thatdangerous-deactivated202112]

*rolls up to the window* yeah gimme a number V combo

[revedas]

“I’ll have two number IXs, a number IX large, a number VI with extra ambrosia, a number VIII, two number XLVs, one with cheese, and a large goblet of wine.”

[fortooate]

hail, I am Gaius Furius, welcome to Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives

[vonisv]

“YEAH CAN I GET A FVCKIN VVVVHHH….VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHH…BVRGER?”

[metalbatteryzone]

“Goatmilk machine broke.” *dying goat baaing in the distance*

[deforest]

Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)

[radicalmuslimfeminist]

82 years later and it’s still relevant

[twoshotsofhappyoneshotofsad]

This will never not be relevant.

[shesfiction]

82 years and we still have to fucking tell men this shit

[weareateam]

Me : yeah I can finish my homework in 5 minutes

Lemony Snicket : Many things can be done in five minutes including enjoyable events such as confessing your love, opening a gift, or eating a delicious meal, as well as miserable events like death, a violent crime, or a severe anxiety attack... one thing that cannot be done in under five minutes is a ten page essay, a word which here means "a student's worst nightmare", and while I can assure you, dear viewers, that the boy would achieve one of these feats within five minutes, I am sorry to say it was not the essay, but rather the anxiety attack.