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I found the jurgen leitner rant’s olaf-focused twin on hellsite genetics

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

So you have long arms with wheels, but how long is the rest of you? Are your arms in proportion to your body?

* picks you up and tenderly carries you around with me, hugging you to my chest like a soft, fuzzy animal. * :)

You can try! But my arms are like 7'3" and have wheels at the ends

I do not control the speed at which birds die!

So much imposter syndrome you could call me the NotThem

I physically cannot make this decision theyre both the best and also all the eliminated ones are the best too help

FINAL ROUND! THIS IS IT, THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!

before the poll, a quick definition of terms:

"mutual" - you found this post from a mutual (on their blog or your dash) "following" - you found this post from someone you're following, but who isn't following you "random" - you found this by scrolling through someone's blog, who you don't follow. this includes people following you "For You" - you found this on the For You page "recommended" - you found this in a "Check out these blogs" popup, or a "recommended" post when looking at a different post "other" - you found this post some other way. comment how? "reblog ✅" - you're going to reblog, queue, or schedule this post "reblog ❌" - you're NOT going to reblog, queue, or schedule this post

with that out of the way:

Looking at my drafts for something to post and all my drafts fall into one of a few categories:

1. TMA thoughts that i had in quick succession and draftified in order to space them out. Quality ranges from “absolute shitpost” to “really insightful deep dive into some random part of the podcast”

2. Rants under multi-month-old posts that i opted not to post because it didn’t actually add anything to the post (generally multiple paragraphs long

3. The most unhinged half written posts youve ever seen. One of them just says “The Web is just” about 14 times followed by “The Eye is just” another 14 times and i dont remember what i was planning to do with it

S1E2 The End of the World: The Lonely

You’d think an episode with that name would be the End or the Extinction, but it reeks of the Lonely. Rose is surrounded by aliens. The only other human around is Cassandra, and she’s no prize. Rose realizes everyone she loves is dead. The Doctor talks about Gallifrey for the first time (not counting Doctors 1-8, this is all going to be 9 onward). The extremely Lonely scene at the end where Rose is standing still while a crowd of people walk around her. It’s got elements of End, Corruption, Vast, and Desolation, but the Lonely truly rules this episode.

Starting my first “long thread of me watching a thing”

The thread?

Assigning tma fears to every doctor who episode (starting with the 9th doctor and going onward)! I plan to watch every episode basically chronologically but we’ll see how it plays out.

I have been laughing so hard i cannot breathe for several minutes. Get off of tumblr google it isnt good for you

Google is cooked

More train than dragon but I fold, metro train from the DC area cause public transit is cool