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  • sometimes i think love triangles should be resolved by polyamory but badly like everyone’s still mad

  • Black Sails (2014-2017)

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    Originally posted by flintsjohn

  • this is who youre asking to work 40hrs per week btw

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  • Long fork

  • life is so hard when you love being competent and knowledgeable and helpful but you also love slacking off

  • *places an orange just outside a fairy ring to see what comes out* science is more of an art than a science

  • *the orange grows legs and skitters away*

  • Fascinating results *places a banana in the same spot*

  • *clawed hand reaches out of the ether and drags it into the ring, leaving ragged claw marks in the soil as it disappears, back into the ether from whence it came*

  • “let’s go to the extreme.” *places a pineapple in the same spot*

  • Real scientists would keep putting an orange in the same spot to make sure the results are consistent before moving on to other fruits or different spots.

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    The only valid response to this post.

  • We’re working up the complexity levels of fruit until we feel there is enough evidence to support the judicious placement of a volunteer twink

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  • You sit down, we haven’t seen what’s happened to the pineapple

  • and @staff wanted to take this from us

  • Massive Attack & Tom Waits - Boots on the Ground

    Big legs dangle from a helicopter hole
    Big chug rhythm, gotta be now ho!
    Brown, mean and young, dumb and full of cum
    What can you use a Marine for?

    This is a fucking ass machine gun war
    With your boots on the ground, boots on the ground
    Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
    We trim your hedges, we fight your wars
    Wait in the trenches and we’re fucked ‘til we’re sore
    With boots on the ground, boots on the ground

    Born shiny bullets in an army of ants
    Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants
    Big titties, big titties
    Well we holler and we burn down cities

    Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
    Shootin’ up the town
    By stayin’ in the hole 'til Jimmy Hoffa is found
    With my boots on the ground

    Well, something goes tink when the cartridge is spent
    Where do you think all your cartilage went?
    Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
    Now who the hell are these federal pricks?
    Hiding in the Senate like a bloated-ass tick
    Air-conditioned fuckstick loafers
    Sittin’ in a room full of army posters
    A coal to a diamond, a vote into law
    They campaign up all the blood they can draw
    Mold your world, a soldier’s just clay
    How much does every soldier weigh?
    Cut you at the ankles and they throw that ass away
    Boots on the ground

    Cold and hot as Satan’s hoof
    Spinning on the world, I’m hiding on a roof
    I kill a brown man I never ass knew
    Choked on spit and then he turned blue
    He spouted black blood, he rolled Fin out
    He died right there, I got the pearl from his snout
    A puff of gray smoke, the tongue of a cloud
    He rotted in the sand
    And all that they found was his boots on the ground
    Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
    All that they found was his boots on the ground
    Boots on the ground

  • Blades in the Dark Random Crew Concepts

    A few random, not particularly detailed thoughts for BitD Crews:

    • Little Whispers. Amidst the raucous, crowded alleys and tenements of Charhollow, sometimes quieter whispers can be heard. Children, in particular, swap secret stories of a Whispering Lady. The Little Whispers are a Cult of urchins devoted to a mysterious figure, ready and eager to carry out her obscure workings. Reputation: Strange.
    • Spokers, a crew of Charterhall Bravos specialising in academic sabotage. “Let’s be blunt here, eh? Intellectual brilliance is all well and good, but when it’s down to the wire, a spoke in your rival’s wheel is what you really need.” Reputation: Savvy.
    • The Sleepers. “None of this fancy pissing about. This is Coalridge, yeah? Brickston. Down here there’s only one language anyone listens to.” A railyard wrecking crew carving out turf in one of the city’s roughest areas, you mess with the Bravos crew of The Sleepers at your peril. Reputation: Brutal.
    • Gaspers. Dunslough is grim on the absolute best of days, a pit from which there’s no escape. Unless you know the right people. The Last Gaspers are a Smugglers crew who aim to corner the market on getting things (items, information, people) into and out of Ironhook, Dunslough and the surrounding areas. Reputation: Honourable.
    • The Tailors, a small crew of bespoke Assassins who’ve set up shop in the back rooms of a tasteful boutique in Nightmarket. “We do cutting and stitching in a range of styles to suit our patrons’ preferences. Discretion guaranteed!” Reputation: Professional.
    • Miriam’s Teas, a Silkshore specialty shop and purveyor of tailored experiences. And no, not the tawdry sort, although those may be added for a consideration. Hawkers of some refinement, Miriam’s specialises in … nostalgia, delicacies. Teas that taste like a world that still has a sun. Mementos of far flung homes. Specialty items. Experiences. Reputation: Subtle.
    • The Magnolias, a genteel ladies’ society of deceptively spry Six Towers dowagers who moonlight as Shadows. A little light thievery to liven up the day, and bring some sparkle back into these tired old mansions, restoring Six Towers to at least a little of its former glory. Reputation: Daring.
    • The Brethren of Light, a small but hopefully pervasive Cult among the students and instructors of Doskvol Academy on Whitecrown, who worship a great glowing leviathan far out to sea, and hope one day soon to turn North Hook Lighthouse into a grand summons. Reputation: Ambitious.

    This actually fell out broadly by district, and covers most of the crew types, too. If I wanted to fully finish it out, there’d be one more each of an Assassins, Hawkers, Shadows and Smugglers crews, divided among the remaining four districts of Barrowcleft, Brightshore, Crow’s Foot and The Docks. So, you know. If anyone feels like filling in those blanks, feel free?

    I do actually really want to play the Little Whispers and the Magnolias.

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  • "Vigilante Justice" very rarely looks like "Evil CEO killed". The typical case is "Emmet Till lynched by mob and mutilated"

  • Woody Guthrie - Vigilante Man (1940)

    Have you seen that vigilante man?
    Have you seen that vigilante man?
    Have you seen that vigilante man?
    I’ve been hearin’ his name all over the land

    Well, what is a vigilante man?
    Tell me, what is a vigilante man?
    Has he got a gun and a club in his hand?
    Is that a vigilante man?

    Rainy night, down in the engine house
    Sleepin’ just as still as a mouse
    Man come along an’ he chased us out in the rain
    Was that a vigilante man?

    Stormy days, we passed the time away
    Sleepin’ in some good, warm place
    Man come along an’ we give him a little race
    Was that a vigilante man?

    Preacher Casey was just a workin’ man
    And he said, “Unite, all you workin’ men”
    Killed him in the river some strange man
    Was that a vigilante man?

    Oh, why does a vigilante man
    Why does a vigilante man
    Carry that sawed-off shotgun in his hand?
    Would he shoot his brother and sister down?

    I rambled ‘round from town to town
    I rambled 'round from town to town
    And they herded us around like a wild herd of cattle
    Was that the vigilante men?

    Have you seen that vigilante man?
    Have you seen that vigilante man?
    I’ve heard his name all over the land

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