ivory--and--gold -> pompes-funebres

pompes-funebres -> girldumas

our age of blogs is collapsing

"In truth, I don’t think the creation of fanfiction poses any serious threat to capitalism; I think it operates solidly and safely within the bounds of capitalist acceptability as litigated by IP law. I think fanfiction can contain anticapitalist messages, and its creation may be motivated by anticapitalist ethics, but those are more a matter of individual writers’ sensibilities than a structural attribute of “fanfiction” as a literary genre. Rather than anticapitalist, I’ve begun to view fanfiction as the uniquely modern capitalist outlet for what, historically, has overwhelmingly been considered simply a natural product of human creativity: the creation of derivative stories."

love the word fruitless. arguing with you is like if there was no apples involved whatsoever

you're bountiless you stupid bitch

i saw this somewhere else but reply / tag what you did today so everyone can see that we all did something different today

cradling the em dash in my hands what the fuck have they done to you

When I first watched 1x08 a few months ago and Gates turned away to face the door and Flint got that look in his eyes (I mean we all knew what was coming at that point) I just accepted it and went. Well. Sympathies, Hal, but you are in the way. NEEDS MUST. I was obviously sad about the neck snapping and all. But Nassau, baby. Jimmy has a vision. It's disjointed and immature but at least he's trying. Truly did not strike me that there were people out there who did not become ferociously attached to Flint's gore-covered self right from the get-go. You mean to tell me that you saw his shameless theatrical lying, you saw his desperate monomania, you saw him beat a guy to death with his bare hands (and a cannonball) for an audience. And you didn't like him? You saw his utter disdain for every man in sight and then you saw him turn right back around and very sincerely say "They're not animals, Mr. Scott. They're men starved of hope" and you didn't like him? You saw him fall to his knees at Miranda's door. And saw his whole being collapse with relief when she spoke. And you STILL didn't like him? Such is the curious variety of this great and beautiful world