Kids these days don't know what the fuck a liminal space is anymore but they use it to describe fucking EVERYTHING.

Due to personal reasons I will be court martialed and shot at dawn by an unfair military show trial

RULE NO. 1 OF WOUND CARE: ignore itttt :33

Nero spends all of DMC5 like 'I think there's been some sort of mistake, it specifically says in my contract that I'm supposed to be the angsty emo edgelord young punk character with the attitude problem, nobody mentioned shit about me having to be the responsible straight man.'

a chain-whip/flail would be devastating in the hands of a physics wizard who can quickly conjure/dismiss temporary immovable axles in the air. you wouldn't believe how often I am thinking about this

the champion

Father John Yogurt was defrocked from the clergy today for being asexual, following a papal ruling that "vows of chastity don't count without temptation." The Pope later commented "You gotta have that dog in you"

i wasn't that excited for the tumblr trench warfare update at first but the bayonet charge over no man's land was so exhilarating. i saw one of my mutuals disappear under an artillery blast

It just makes a lot of sense why Marcille and Laios would be good friends, really, because Marcille Will Tell You What Is On Her Mind. If she doesn't like something, she throws a tantrum. If she's down to clown, she clowns like a champ. If she has an opinion, she voices it clearly and concisely. Laios knows exactly where Marcille stands in pretty much every topic.

On Marcille's end, she's down to clown more than people give her credit for. Laios said "yo let's play with these bones and rearrange them in funny ways" and Marcille joined right in. Like, yeah, she'll want to bonk his skull in sometimes, but aside from the monster and dungeon (well, she does have this one, just differently) fascination, she's pretty much in the same wavelength as Laios when it comes to most things.

Which is cool! Because they could've made them hostile siblings in law but they are besties actually.

Clint you've got to be fucking kidding me

The plot structures of movies need to start taking more cues from classic opera. Open with fucker in a hat who directly addresses the audience and explains what's going on in a way that raises far more questions than it answers, then immediately drop the viewer into the middle of a shouting argument between three of the weirdest people you can possibly imagine.

Anyway...