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rabbits are like if god invented the most huggable animal on earth and then gave it 600 anxiety disorders

compiling a list of Christopher McQuarrie quotes about the fundamental nature of Ethan Hunt

“The thing that makes Ethan Ethan is that he’s afraid.” + “So what you have is a guy who makes inevitable decisions, he makes inevitable choices. And he does them without hesitation - while communicating all the time that he wishes he was anywhere else.” + “What we've really baked into the narrative is that the closer someone gets to [Ethan], the more dangerous it is.” + “When Ethan woke up [at the beginning of Fallout] I really wanted this sense of real loneliness and an empty life.” + “He will always be Ethan Hunt. That is his burden, that is his curse.”

so i love peppermint candy and when i was in middle school theyd hold a candy cane sale in december, one quarter per candy cane! extremely excellent deal, except i was twelve and completely broke. so one year i scrounged for floor change for a couple of days before deciding i was desperate and stealing $20 from my mother’s nightstand 😔 it weighed on me for a full decade until a few months ago i decided to finally confess to my mom and she was like. yeah dude you came home with eighty candy canes. do you think i’m stupid

“but my girlfriend said she’d break up with me if I started hrt…” FUCKING LEAVE HER THEN!!

i want all trans ppl going on hrt to know: you do not have to stay in a relationship where your partner doesnt value you. if they say theyre gonna break up with you for starting hrt, then break up with them and start it anyway. there are 8 billion people in the world, you will find another. you wont be an "ugly man" or a "pig in a dress" or whatever bullshit people say. you will look absolutely lovely and your face will shine brighter than the sun. doesnt matter whether youre on t or e or anything else. you will feel better once youre happier and be loved by somebody. you dont need that shitty partner or unsupportive friends. live your life. have fun. be wild.

Interesting

did you know? the phrase "named after" doesn't technically state anything other than the order in which two things were named. I was named after snoopy

"I'm just a girl☺️🥰💖💞💅🌺🌷🦄" when you were eight and the teacher said she needed some strong boys to carry something you used to be furious, and when you convinced them to let you help, you carried twice as many chairs as the boys with the righteous anger of a girl who knew she was just as capable as them. Where did that go?

they should do an MMO where everyone is a shapeshifter and you can go live with animal herds in the wild if you want for a time but you are never entirely one of them, noting that the wild animal npcs partake in behaviors with or make calls to one another that you may not understand the logic of but can try to learn to repeat the musical cadence of. this is true of even the human npcs, whose musical language is the most intricate and complex to learn of all and who will ostracize you readily if you do not use it properly. other players are not marked as players and there is no chat feature. as an elk you may not know if the wolf chasing you is an npc or another player who does not know the same of you, and there is no chat. maybe the players would develop a sort of musical cadence to identify other shifters. no one would like this game and it would not be fun. but i would like it

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sorry im not done gatsbyposting. the nyc celebrations for its 100th anniversary are so uniquely deranged. like here you have a book that absolutely scathes new york parties & dress-up & entertainment & alcohol & careless wealthy east coast elites. and the way the city is celebrating the 100th anniversary of one of the most beautifully written & personally devastating literary tragedies this country has ever produced is by. offering 10% off gatsby-themed cocktails at luxury bars. hosting pay-to-attend 1920s themed costume balls in the wealthiest areas of midtown. setting up penthouse hotel suites to ostensibly resemble locations from the book. a few hours ago at an exclusive private event they had the cast of the glamorous broadway musical, all in designer clothes, light up the empire state building green to advertise their show where tickets cost up to $670. one of them said the green light ‘represents the beauty of the american dream.’ i think you could power all manhattan with energy generated from the rotational torque of f scott fitzgerald spinning wildly in his grave

anyhow i celebrated this international holiday by leaving work early & dressing up & driving north five and a half miserable hours to see the empire state lit up green because this was a true once in a lifetime event & this book changed my life & i wanted to celebrate a character i loved and mourned & see a glittering green light shining on the water & reach for it like dreamers do. but even though all the websites and blogs i could find told me it would be green on the 11th—that it would blaze green all night on the 11th, and i triple checked each one—by the time i got there at 8:15 pm they’d turned it off. and the parties had happened thursday night, not friday. so i ended up alone & exhausted & rain-drenched & freezing & quite frankly absolutely crying my eyes out on the shore across from the city, just fucking stupidly sobbing above the water, wishing i could go back just a little way into the past. and THATS how you do gatsby. ill kill you all

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