if this battlevan is rockin' don't come knockin'

the girls are relaxinggggggg

always a little funny to me when filmbros are vehemently anti fanfiction but love to discuss film theories. Maybe my theory is that the 2 main guys sucked each other off. And swallowed

I mostly err on cable's arm being on the organic side of techno-organic - muscles and meat have converted to living metal wrapped around steel bone, with a few traces of red flesh and red blood surviving amongst the hostile environment of the TO virus - but on the other hand i think there's some merit to thinking about frank getting wet in his jockstrap watching cable dig around with a pair of pliers inside his own unambiguously technological, deeply inhuman arm.

as always i am taking feedback. i'm learning and developing.

There's wholesome ships and there's toxic ships, but I'd like to coin 'sodium chloride ships', where the individuals involved are both horrible and dangerous people, but somehow being together renders them surprisingly well-adjusted (if a little salty).

tfw you think you're going to beat your meat courtside watching two huge slabs of beef fuck and suck in your own personal show and instead they're locked in some kind of bullshit psychic trance and you're nearly 200 years old and you're NOT going to waste this erection. another of life's indignities for logan.

even with the sliding time of comics i still firmly place cable as entering contemporary time around 1987 which is why i believe that he's a dire straights guy who dabbles in steely dan, but also why i think he has the locked in daggy dad taste to think billy joel's 'just the way you are' is the most romantic song he's ever heard (an opinion thought cringe and dogshit even in 1987).

he's staring pie-eyed at frank as billy joel's meltiest soft rock plays through the battle van's tinny stock speakers while frank is white knuckle gripping the wheel desperate to change to the first sports station he can find for today's mets/jets/nets score

envisioning a heartwarming moment of cable hearing tracy chapman's 'fast car' for the first time and experiencing the whole gamut of human emotions about his divorce while his daughter stares at him with barely disguised disgust.

i believe in found divorce