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I do not believe in that sort of thing. So, we can go nuts?
True. There’s certain asymmetry in how internet likes to shit on women. You would have to be blind to not notice
It is some kind of sport in every single community regardless of political spectrum. The difference is amount of slurs
I always get the death threats quite immediately when I mention being a land lady. There is asymmetric escalation
The key word is China, let us not kid ourselves. Otherwise it would be just another pop sci click but now it can be an ammunition in the fight with imperialist degenerated west or some bs like that
Anything anti-communist can’t be outright bad. Someone must eradicate this brainrot like my forebears did in 90s
Only gay liberal women watch gal gadot, I am afraid you won’t be enoying the marriage for long now
Redditors hate Jews and we got plenty of both. This will be interesting
I often look in the mirror to see how great I look and this time I was eating chocolate
I wish such things worked I really do but I have like dozens of these apps with 20+ notifications each
You made a crucial error. Almost good, almost very good but you missed one essential detail: I didn’t say I watched 0 movies since rots. I just haven’t been to the cinema
Almost you made a sly response but whole thing is to be thrown into trash bin because you missed that detail
That’s a little bit too serious for me to get involved in that sort of discussion. It will probably amount to “kids these days” and that’s such a fucking boring thing to say
But probably yes, I don’t know, not really interested. What answer would please you?
I am perfectly fine with ending cinematic career on a 10/10 masterpiece
Don’t tempt me to spew what I think about last jedi slop
It’s ridiculous I must entertain these discussions while modding rimworld and painfully checking each single mod from 300 when launching the game takes like 20 /3,8’ds
Talk something I am dying out of fucking boredom and calorie deficit, it’s been 8 hours
I haven’t been to cinema since revenge of the sith
Probably because they aren’t making good movies anymore but just some corpo slop
It’s not your fricking job to think about every single person that comes in the touch with your craftsmanship
I mean feel free to but that’s rather insane
He could sure make a gesture like ‘I also want to raise awareness about wages of cinema workers’ but I don’t think lack of it should result in him being cancelled on twitter
It would be a nice gesture
It’s not his job to care about this. He is there to make a certain experience. Whether people cleaning get paid adequately (depending on country/theater where screening is taking place) is not his job to take into account but the each theater owner or/and government
Who cares about it in this context? Is film maker supposed to think about some random Joe cleaning the popcorn after screening and optimise his movie for least popcorn spillage??
Who cares about it in this context? Is film maker supposed to think about some random Joe cleaning the popcorn after screening and optimise his movie for least popcorn spillage??
Who cares about it in this context? Is film maker supposed to think about some random Joe cleaning the popcorn after screening and optimise his movie for least popcorn spillage??
Sometimes it’s time to solve your problems. No I am kidding let’s watch another episode
It’s not about the food but about the time of enjoying the taste of it
I like big dishes in the morning. Like really salty, savoury and messy
I routinely wake up, smell an imaginary scent of a whole dinner (hallucinations) and proceed to eat it as first thing in the morning
Obviously.
You awaken—not awake, but unfolded—into one of the Nine Fractured Mirrors, each reflecting a cosmos that never was. Time is a serpent swallowing its own echoes. Yet, amidst the howling void, there flicker the Untethered—those who wear skin of starlight and sinew of static, their existence a perfect wound: bliss carved from torment, nectar distilled from venom. Only they glimpse the Grand Deception—the wheel that grinds souls into silence—and with forgotten tongues, they whisper it apart.
The rest of us? We dance the Chrome Masquerade: Laugh until your ribs rust. Weep until your tears fossilize. Then—the Slip—a single misstep, and you’re unmade. Reborn as a thirteenth thought in a dead god’s migraine, left to drift for a lifetime of blackened suns before the dice tumble again. And when you finally crawl back to the Threshold of Maybe, you arrive empty, nameless, hungry, ready to fail the same test you never remember taking."**