she wants to meet her fate but travel by free will

clarenecessities:

hollis-exe:

clarenecessities:

they’ve been working on a fucking prank on me since april i’m so goddamn indignant

tell them what the prank was, clare

so for fucking months now we’ve been saying we were going to watch Blade, because i’d never seen it, but somebody was always too tired or too busy, but tonight we decided fuck it, tomorrow’s ciaran’s friday, let’s watch Blade

the first 40 minutes or so pass with many a delighted exclamation. stan lee was credited & i’m told blade was a marvel property, which is news to me. i’m thoroughly enjoying myself. the cop familiar gets the shit beat out of him & tells blade to check the fridge. the wind roars as the scene transition fades to black.

in fades a helicopter. a man with long dark hair on crutches emerges from it. i do not immediately recognize the man, but from the crutches & the hair i immediately go “morbius??”

they assure me he isn’t morbius. i accept that they don’t want to admit he’s morbius for some reason (maybe they just don’t want me to think blade is in the mcu?) as the entirety of michael morbius’s backstory plays out on screen.

i repeatedly ask “okay but this is literally morbius right” and “why are you doing this” as it becomes increasingly clear that we are now, somehow, watching Morbius (2022). everyone continues to insist it’s Blade (1999) until finally i ask “how long were you planning this” and logan says “you wanna know how long” and gives me a screenshot

fucking months of me genuinely wanting to watch the movie Blade (1999) with my friends and they goddamn Blorbius me. I got Blorbiused.

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plaguedocboi:

honkingcrow:

boyboobs:

i love short people. you guys can fit into so many spaces

Is this a threat?

I’m oozing through your air vents like a wretched little slime

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sparklingwaterbabie:

A collection of my favourite tweets, thus far, on #SpitGate that I’m putting here for ease for my friends seeing

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doggygirlie:

doggygirlie:

encountered a blog with a title i can only assume is “kill all men” but uh. the font. the font does Not make the k in kill look like a k

be honest. what does that k look like to you. tell me.

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virtuallyinsane-autumn:

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funnytwittertweets:

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apoetsparacosm:

Watch me take a book out with me but not to read it. only to have it as some form of comfort, a personal gravity, something that keeps me grounded like some little child with their favorite blanket

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loveitorreblogit:

crazy-brazilian:

Cain and Abel:

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cyberxbattalion:

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gigabats:

septic-everlasting:

Tis the season

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utopians:

utopians:

honestly shoutout to Chickens for Eggs

or vice versa idk if philosophers have sorted that shit out yet

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I went to make a post about hearing the electricity in my room when I’m trying to sleep (I was gonna say how the wires are humming a lullaby) but then I was like hmm is this relatable or a weird thing so instead I’m making this post