“Firefly fans will see me, do a double take, stop, nod and say ‘Captain’ with an air of ‘I know what you’ve been through. I’ve been there too’. A guy did it to me in a furniture store the other day. I was walking by, and he saw me, stopped, stood up straight, and said, ‘Captain,’ and I nodded and said, ‘As you were.’”—Nathan Fillion, Entertainment Weekly (via gypsy-sunday)
I was just thinking about this. In a lot of Marilyn Manson’s songs, his tone of voice DRASTICALLY changes, going from the soft vocals to the loud screaming, much like Gamzee’s change in volume. Plus MM’s music has that creepy/evil feel to it, which is very appropriate to Sober Gam’s persona, I feel.
I’m sorry, but I cannot fucking stand pb+j anymore. I haven’t been able to for the past few fucking weeks and I feel like saying something about it. It’s not that I think Tav and Gamz is a stupid pairing; it makes fucking sense. But let’s put shit this way; imagine you are Sollux. You are fine with being Sollux. You get a little depressed every no and then, but hey, that’s life. Also, Tavros is your best friend. Has been for years. You’ve fucked up big a few times, yeah; but he’s stuck around. Now, something comes up, and you have to go for a few months. When you come back, you realize Tavros has basically replaced you with Gamzee. Gamzee is now Tavros’s best friend; they are so perfect and cute together they are like twins— and you know twins. A few other people are kinda psyched to see you back, but.. Tavros has replaced you. On top of that, Gamzee has shunted you into a permanent spot as Tavros’s moirail, and has taken the position of matesprit; the spot you’d been trying to fill for gog knows how fucking long. And you still hang out with Tavros, because he is still your very best friend. Hell you even develop a [rather begrudging] friendship with Gamzee. But you still have to see the two of them together and live with the fucking change. Tavros still talks to you, sure; but nowehere near as much as he used to. He still has problems, you still ask about them; he very rarely tells you. But you put up with it. Why? Because you 2tiill fuckiing love tavro2. what ii2 even wrong wiith you, you 2tupiid de2perate piiece of 2HIIT?
Now, all of that must have just seemed like a dumb story to you. And maybe you’ve already figured this part out; but Sollux is me. Irl. I have to put up with all that every fucking day. So if someone randomly asks me about a TavZee ship, and I happen to act “a little bitchy about it,” maybe someone should back the fuck off before I break their goddamned jaw.
Hey jackass, you forgot one of the more important rules of tumblr
It took us all a second to realize Asa was right when he said Ender’s Game was an amazing book from “the late 1900s.” We use that phrase all the time now, like, “Clinton was President in the late nineteen hundreds!” Most of us read Ender’s Game when we were young and wondered when it would become a movie. We never dreamed then that we would all be part of the team to bring it to the screen, nor did we realize the novel’s description of our world would be so prescient that its vision would still be unfolding before our very eyes today. And now, watching Asa bring a character to life who has been on our minds since our youth, we realize things happen for a reason. We were waiting for him. Make yourself comfortable, Ender!
“I like this new you. YOU GOT A LOT MORE MOTHERFUCKING INTERESTING. I always suspected that with the right fucking impetus you’d BECOME THE MAN YOU WERE MEANT TO MOTHERFUCKING BE.”
“Forgive me if I don’t take it as a compliment that a high warlord of Alternia thinks I’m on a good career path.”
The Grand Highblood’s laugh booms and echoes in the ship’s long function room. The glasses of water on the table get little ripples from the shockwave. “Still a fucking HAUGHTY MOTHERFUCKER I see. I LIKE THAT, TOO.”
He grins toothily at them. Rose grins timidly back, asking the Doctor under her breath “that’s not blood on his club, is it?”
“Went and found yourself a new wiggler, I see. This one smells ESPECIALLY LOWBLOODED. Would you like to come to my quarters and SEE SOME MOTHERFUCKING PAINTINGS, WIGGLER? I have a work in progress that could USE YOUR INPUT.”
“We’re here to kill Daleks, Highblood, not each other,” the Doctor says, stepping between the looming alien and the girl.
“All right, ALL RIGHT,” the Highblood grumbles. “But they’ve got SO LITTLE BLOOD and it’s all sealed up in their LITTLE METAL POTS. You are lucking I OWE YOU A FUCKING FAVOR.”
The Doctor just grins. “Friendship’s fantastic, isn’t it?”
OH SWEET MIRTHFUL FUCK ILU MURDERBRO
also holy shit how did he get a favor from Big Daddy Subjug