“Just Gustavo? Have You Forgotten I’m Amazing? Now Dance.”

your outie has the serial killer genes. your outie dropped out in the fourth grade to run drugs to support their nanna. your outie fought a friggin bear. your outie is weird, they're a weirdo. please try to enjoy each fact equally. your outie always has a stupid hat on.

This is what the album Danger Days by New Jersey Rock Band My Chemical Romance is about

I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.

Sorry puppies, but 1D has upstaged you in terms of cuteness.

the chairman of the tortured poets department

MCR is a boy band (affectionate) and 1D is a boy band (derogatory)

another one for the gerard and chappell parallel

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the character designs from this kitty litter commercial are oodling my fucking noodles

look at them. amazing

last night was a charlie kelly b-plot

“First of all my name is Gustavo Rocque, not Gustavo doesn’t rock.”

- Gustavo Rocque