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#shut up brenda
aesedais · 8 months
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wait. what????? WE'RE BACK IN CAMELOT?????!!!!!!
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andy-clutterbuck · 3 months
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𝔣𝔬𝔯 @papa-evershed
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olivsie · 2 months
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Reading the Iliad is fun till nestor yaps for 6 full fuckin pages
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You know the “no homo”-fication of very close same sex relationships in books, movies and TV shows? Like, when they say ‘you’re like a brother/sister to me’? I’m absolutely losing my ass over how it was done in The Maze Runner. Thomas never ONCE “no homo”s Newt, HE DOES however “no hetero” Teresa in The Fever Code..
“Aside from his mother, whom he would always love, Teresa had become the closest thing to family — the closest thing to what Newt had with Lizzy — Thomas could ever imagine.” - The Fever Code, page 168
I’m fucking screaming!
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darkwood-sleddog · 3 months
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more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.
is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.
is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.
like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.
same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).
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"omg Brenda Song kicks ass in the quarry", "Zack & Cody is Brenda Songs most iconic role" WRONG. where were you when she needed you most
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Wendy Wu didn't need silver bullets, a shotgun, or a one-handed twink to kick demon ass. put some respect on her name
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cosmicfurby · 2 years
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if i read a SINGLE more tweet about how the quarry is poorly acted I'm going to hurt and maim mark my words
those guys delivered their lines like CHAMPIONS
miles robbins (dylan) and brenda song (kaitlyn) are OTHERWORLDLY and even those who have fewer spoken lines like evan evagora (nick) do a FANTASTIC JOB
HAVE WE ALL PLAYED THE SAME GAME
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unreadpoppy · 6 months
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me when Astarion is at 1HP saying "I need healing, damn it", Lae'zel is at 2HP and already took like 3 healing potions, Shadowheart is down and everyone's too far away from her and will trigger an attack of opportunity if we try helping, and i'm at half my HP trying also not to die so i can maybe kill the guy in front of me and get to Shadow but then shadowheart will get up and only be able to use bonus actions and AAAAA
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xikoatl · 10 months
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Just a reminder that having ADHD does not mean you're not allistic and that saying stuff like "that's so cringe" or "I'm neurodivergent but not that neurodivergent" when seeing autistics stim is ableist as fuck and you should rethink your life choices because you're just as bad as the people that wants us (ALL NDs) gone :)
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imhsbalidwda · 1 year
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new theme, gifs to come.
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allergictolife09 · 7 hours
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day 1452625093 of wishing people would be fucking normal about a guy and a girl being friends
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aesedais · 2 years
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one day i will make a jonsa edit with the great war lyrics. i swear it.
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littlexdeaths · 3 days
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bitchy steve is my favorite 😂
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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jake with a shy!reader i feel like that man would be so down bad he’d be unrecognizable to his friends
Tailgating by the beach means sand in your hair (and everywhere else), a trash can full of beer bottles, and a whole lot of wipeouts. For most.
For you, it means Jake’s sweatshirt bunched up under your head like a pillow as your back rests against the metal grooves of his pickup’s bed. Your pinky is intertwined with the man’s own as you stargaze, avoiding the cloud of smoke billowing up from the bonfire.
“That one looks like an F-35.” He informs you, pointing at a constellation that is definitely not a fighter plane.
“I think that’s Draco.” You hum, “Not sure, though.”
Jake turns to you with a furrow in his brow, “That little shit from Harry Potter?”
“No!” You shriek, louder than you’re used to speaking. Jake has a way of making you forget your reservations, giving you the courage to speak up around him.
“It’s a constellation.” You quiet yourself, feeling Jake’s pinky tighten around yours. “I read that it was supposed to be in the sky tonight.”
“You read up on the stars?” Jake turns to you, propped on his side in the truck bed. It must be awful on his hips, but he does it anyways to gaze at your side profile.
You give him a front view, turning your head to stare back at him, “I didn’t do it on purpose, I just saw it on Instagram, I think. On someone’s story.”
He hums in acknowledgment, but neglects to return to stargazing. He’s yougazing now, his eyes tracing the curve from your chin to your cheek, then sloping down the bridge of your nose.
“Do you think-”
You’ll never know if you and Jake share thoughts on whatever matter is in his head, because a sudden thud against the mouth of the truck bed makes you startle, and Jake nearly breaks his neck sitting up to see who made the noise. You draw yourself upright but slower, more cautiously.
It’s one of his squadron members, you’ve seen the guy before in passing, but you don’t think he’s ever noticed you. He’s on the shorter side, and he’s quickly flanked by both Coyote and a taller, unknown counterpart.
“Hangman,” The short one snickers, “I was betting you were passed out somewhere with a bottle in your mouth, not schmoozing some poor woman in your truck.”
You’ve met Javy before, albeit briefly when you’d passed in the hallway of his and Jake’s shared apartment, and in the few terrifying seconds of confrontation your eyes stray over the man’s shoulder and meet Javy’s. He sends you a kind, sympathetic smile at the antics of his friend. You feel safe around him.
“What’s your name, honey?” The taller man leans over the side of the truck bed, a smirk on his face, “Last one was Brenda- no, Brianna.”
“Payback, that was months ago.” Javy snaps, and even though you know it’s true, Jake still looks guilty. He’d confessed in you that he wasn’t exactly a saint when it came to past relations, but all that mattered was the present for you; that you were the only one in it, and he’s stuck to that without a problem.
“I’m not schmoozing her, Fanboy.” Jake drawls, a vicious look in his eyes, “We were trying to have a private moment.”
Fanboy elbows Payback incredulously, shit-eating grins already on their faces, “Sex in a pickup! On the beach, in public. Jesus, man, there’s nothin’ you won’t do.”
“I won’t hesitate to break your nose if you don’t shut your mouth,” Jake seethes, and his free hand tenses into a fist even if he’s more bark than bite. Fanboy doesn't flinch, but Payback's smirk dims.
"Lay off, man." Coyote elbows Fanboy, "It's not like that."
"The only reason you've never met'er before is 'cause I knew you'd act like this," Jake scoffs, "Doesn't mean she's some cheap fling."
You desperately want to intervene, but you don't have the words to do it even if you tried. There's a thousand swirling in your brain, but there's a stopper in its drain to your mouth, a thick clog of panic.
"Well what is your name?" Payback repeats his question, more considerate this time. You're glad he seems to have dropped his bravado, even if you're not sure Fanboy has.
"Y/N," You manage to speak, glad that you know your own name well enough to utter it even when your brain doesn't cooperate. You don't say much else, though, and Javy fills in for your silence.
"She's Jake's girl," Javy smiles at you, happy to see his friend settling down, "She's not big on talking. Not to assholes like you, anyways."
"Well that's great," Fanboy's demeanor is much nicer when he's not goading his teammate, "'Cause Jake never shuts up. Sounds like a match made in heaven."
"I'm gonna send you to hell if you don't leave us alone," Jake glares pointedly at Fanboy in particular, but the expression is extended to Payback as well, "I wasn't kidding, we were having a conversation."
"That's our cue," Coyote informs the other two, who knew but weren't willing to give up their teasing leverage. He rings an arm each around their necks, bidding you a kind goodbye as he leads them away.
"Darlin'," Jake turns to you as soon as they're gone, like a guard dog that eases out of attack mode, "I'm so sorry. They don’t mean any harm, just- they seriously don't know when to quit, 'probably comes from bein' so aggressive in the air. I'm sorry they were so pushy."
"It's alright," You nod, "It's not your fault, Jake. I'm not angry, I just- I was a little embarrassed."
"I know," He hums sympathetically, leaning in to peck your lips, "I know baby. Listen, now they've met you, they'll probably back off. And if they don't, if you see 'em around somewhere and they try messin' with you, you let me know and I might accidentally fire on 'em in an exercise."
"I don't think you should murder your friends," You tamp down a smile at Jake's suggestion, because the last thing he needs is encouragement, "But I hope I don't see them when you're not around."
A hundred feet away, down on the smooth, wet sand of the shore, Coyote finally lets Payback and Fanboy go, shoving their heads down with the force of his grip around their necks.
"Ow, dude!" Fanboy gripes, but he deserves it the most, "If I'm gonna break my neck it's gonna be in the air, in some sick-ass stunt maneuver."
"Your sick ass needs to learn to shut up," Coyote scoffs, "He's serious about that girl, man! And I wouldn't be surprised if she was running for the hills now."
"C'mon, Coyote, we were just teasing," Payback pleads his case, but Coyote narrows his eyes.
"You can't tease her, not like that. Hell, the first time she ever came over I made a joke about wearing noise-cancelling headphones for them and she couldn't look me in the eye for weeks."
"The first time she came over," Payback's brow furrows, "He's been bringing her around your guys' place?"
"I told you he was serious," Coyote throws a glance back over to Jake's truck, where his hand is pointed in the air once more, "Know any other reason he'd be stargazing right now?"
Fanboy's face wrinkles in a confused grimace, "Stargazing? He's way too douchey for that."
"He's way too in love not to," Payback marvels, "Holy shit. That's- I can't process that, man, that's weird."
"Get used to it," Coyote takes a swig of his beer, "Y'know he's been lighting candles in our apartment for her? I mean, it's nice, 'cause it gets rid of his nasty laundry smell, but candles. Hangman, candles!"
Fanboy rears his head back, "What scent?"
"Lavender."
"Lavender?"
"I know!"
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pathsofoak · 2 years
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I just realized that the only few things Justin knows about Grievers is that
a) they sting people
b) they're "big"
c) they make noise
and d) everyone is scared of them
At no point has it ever been mentioned that they are capable of like, tearing a body apart. The Gladers don't exactly talk about it. Griever have only really come up in passing while they explained the Gally & Chuck situation.
He has no idea what the fuck they look like.
He's going to shoot one in the face about a dozen times when he saves Gally and Chuck, and then he's going to have to face the fact that they are giant slimey cyborg-scorpion creatures (movies), and not, as one of my friends thought before she watched TMR after only knowing it via my descriptions, which haven't been more detailed than what I said above:
Bees the size of a dog
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shotmrmiller · 23 days
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Ps! Ghost gets to the point where he films a solo video and moans OF!readers stage name or leaves her @ in the description. It's him either fucking into his fist, or one of those torso sex dolls with a similar shade and shape to reader.
Dudes a plane ticket away from just showing up at ur house and asking when you're both gonna fuck.
i screamed the rest of my voice away.
no no no stop because say your stage name is just a regular name but obviously not yours. (mine when i used to strip was brenda lmao team 0 originality)
and and
he only records with the co-star that's the same name.
your hand is slipping under the waistband of your shorts in record time when he growls it as he finishes over her mons (no one's getting a creampie from him ever again)
my guy atp just disrespectful, squeezing his eyes shut and imagining it's you he's fucking. 🫠
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