Up Gallows Creek Without A Paddle

Explain your favourite piece of media in the SHORTEST way possible

Eg: danganrompa

Highschool Killing game which homosexuals and (mostly) horrible representation

My answer: Oregon is freakin' weird.

WHOOO TAGGGSS

hmmmmm

a blue fuckass dog

@flyerguardian @sunnystheangel @straightfromhellsblog @d1g1t4l-system-yapz + anyone who wanna join ^^

Ummm mmm mmm

A bunch of autistic 100% closeted people hunt down psychopaths :)

It should be someone expendable. Like Jay.

everyone is gay and nobody knows how to have a fucking conversation

A ditto undos climate change by copying their friends.

Let’s see, I was gonna do Killer Frequency, but I’ll save that for other mutuals of mine.

Found family superheroes but like most of the world hates them.

Tag time:

@wagyuwrites @homiecid3

@eating-plastic oh yeah no they are in a super swanky bougie lodge with room service and massages and five star dining and a spa and shit

Don't imagine Marie tracing the details on her childhood bedroom's wall. Or reminiscing on where her decorations used to be, and wondering what on Earth her parents did with her stuff after she was kicked out.

Don't imagine her going into Peggy's old room, and wondering how many tears were shed in her absence. If any. [You know there was. She doesn't.]

It certainly did destroy the prospect of the whistling man returning for real ever again*

Marie of course decided to choose the Whistling Man schtick because she felt like it was poetic justice for George, but also you could see him becoming a twisted symbol for her. After all she’s gone through having to fight tooth and nail for her and Henry’s survival, why wouldn’t she. Become a ruthless, cold killer. Hurt those who hurt you. Makes you stronger, no longer a vulnerable, scared teenage girl who was shunned in her own community and family

It certainly did destroy the prospect of the whistling man returning for real ever again*

Come in the water is fine you should join me

Forrest: that I know of.

Marie: har-har.

Forrest: I’m just sayin’.

Marie: you can put your skeletons back in the closet, you know. you don’t have to keep parading them around.

Forrest: you know I like messing with you.

Marie: and little boys who play with fire often get their fingers burned.

Forrest: okay okay. I get it.

Marie: so. Back to my point. First kid.

Forrest: I can’t say Henry is my kid?

Marie: that’s a question for Henry and what he’s comfortable with. But anyway. How do you feel?

Forrest: I mean I don’t feel any different than I did before we found out. I think the nausea comes in later for me than it does for you.

Marie: not physically, jackass. Emotionally.

Forrest: I feel fine. It’s kind of difficult to process, but I think I feel fine.

Marie: oh no worries. Take your time. It’ll sink in eventually.

Forrest: how long did it take you to come to terms with it the first time around?

Marie: my first pregnancy is an outlier and should not be counted.

Forrest: …how long did it take you, Marie?

Marie: I kinda didn’t think about it at all. Sort of distracted by my life imploding around me, y’know. It didn’t really hit me I was gonna be a mom until I was battling contractions. Even then it was very surreal.

Forrest: well I hope this time you can have a less stressful experience. Did you have many health complications with Henry?

Marie: thanks, I- hang in. how the hell did we get from me asking you a question to talking about my traumatic past again?!

Forrest: you have to understand I have been trained to talk for a living and was doing so professionally for about twenty five years. If I don’t want to talk about myself, I have ways of steering the conversation away from me.

Marie: *quirking an eyebrow* you don’t want to talk to your wife about the child she’s carrying for you?

Forrest: I don’t want to talk about my feelings.

Marie: damn. All that machismo. A man doesn’t even want to be vulnerable with his wife. Get well soon, buddy.

Forrest: hey ok listen I answered your question.

Marie: with a non answer.

Forrest: you want a real answer?

Marie: what, you think I ask you questions for you to not answer them?

Forrest: all right. I’m actually really nervous about being a father because I can’t even remember the last time I had a conversation with someone under 18 and I have no idea how to take care of a crying screaming little beast that can’t do anything for itself. I’m worried that me being near 50 will make life harder for them since I could be in a nursing home before they’re 30 or something or I won’t be able to play with them because my back’s out or whatever, and I’m scared you being near 40 will make things more dangerous for you. I’m worried that I won’t be able to give them what they need, and that I’ll be a bad father, and that I’ll saddle them with tons of emotional baggage they’re gonna spend a fortune talking to a shrink about. But I’m also excited. And I can’t wait to meet them already. I can’t wait to hold them and cuddle them and introduce them to Peggy. I can’t wait to show them around this stupid town…….. How’s that? Is that honest enough for you????