character misses their shot and the villain goes "ha! you missed." and the main character goes "did i?" and then shoots the villain again while they're frantically looking around the room for what the hero could possibly have aiming for instead
I know that for nearly every queen song brian may is waiting at the 3 minute mark to perform the cuntiest guitar solo imaginable and thats what gets me through life.
i don't think innuendo by queen gets the love it deserves from people. it's so good. it's like a play in 3 acts. it's 6 minutes and 33 seconds of the most banger drums and glorious vocals from freddie mercury. but nobody talks about it. it just changes vibes midway through and it's glorious. it's inexplicably jesus christ superstar coded. what is there not to love
70s glam rock micky dolenz, you will always be famous
"guys we're so cooked" "it's wraps" "the end is near" shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up. i say that with love because you are probably saying it out of distress and hopelessness, but for your own well-being and for everyone else's, please stop saying this shit.
no we are not "cooked." and by saying that, by the way, you are giving more power to the neo-nazi oligarchy in charge.
they want you to abandon all hope of a better life. they want you to believe "oh well, it's over, we might as well stop trying to fight back and just resign ourselves to despair forever."
every time you get on tiktok and comment "guys we're so cooked haha it's over," you are feeding into the mindset of hopeless compliance. you are, unknowingly, spreading this infectious idea that just because we've lost one battle, we've lost the entire war.
your words matter. i am saying this out of love and concern for our future, but please stop choosing words of defeat.
gay primate call that a chimpansy
i wonder if beatlemania people talked abt the beatles the same way people nowadays do. like was there a 15 year old girl in her bedroom in 1964 staring at a poster of paul mccartney saying “hes so cute i need to put him in a blender on high speed” while her friend nods excitedly
thinking about how paul mccartney spent the year 1969 putting the five stages of grief to music and no one even did a welfare check
Ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to obsess over rockstars the rest of my life