Your own personal depeche mode song name!

depechify:

First letter of your first name:

A – Master of
B – Broken
C – Desired
D – Passionate
E – Chained
F – Sinful
G – Loveless
H – Precious
I – Matyr of
J – Damaged
K – Personal
L – Little
M – Shining
N – Endless
O – Servant of
P – Cheating
Q – Lying
R – Joyful
S – Truthful
T – Strange
U – Sea of
V – Suffering
W – Criminal
X, Y, Z – Smiling

Month you were born in:

January: Love
February: Sin
March: Stars
April: Pain
May: Lust
June: Darkness
July: Forgiveness
August: Jesus
September: Heaven
October: Crime
November: Desire
December: Night

Lesser-acknowledged varieties of film appreciation

prokopetz:

  • I’d be willing to see it again for the sake of showing it to someone who hasn’t, but wouldn’t undertake repeat viewings of my own initiative
  • Viewing it was an incredible and life-changing experience and I absolutely never want to see it again
  • I very much enjoy the version of the film I made up in my head, and sometimes forget that the film that was actually made is nothing like it
  • My first exposure to the film’s cast of characters was via weird Internet porn, and I can’t watch it without that in the back of my mind
  • I’ve seen it easily a dozen times, but inexplicably cannot recall a single detail about its plot, characters or setting when prompted
  • I’m really into one specific scene, and just sort of tolerate the other 90% of its running time for the sake of providing needed context
  • The very notion of the film so repulsed me that I hate-read the reviews so I could talk informed trash about it without having to actually watch it
  • I just read the Wikipedia article so I could understand the memes

weebitmuddled:

rachelblairy:

stupid-dyke:

So sad how J.K. Rowling died shortly after publishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and was never able to tell us more about the magical world other than what is in the 7 books. I wonder what she would do if she were alive today? Too bad we will never know, ever, because she died in 2007.

#me while blocking her on twitter: sometimes i think i can still hear her voice

so sad she never even got to add an epilogue to the Deathly Hollows. a real shame.

autumngracy:

prudencepaccard:

thes3nator:

Try to do all of them. Here’s my take:

Prologue

Gregg Grimmsby, special agent Space FBI, stumbled out of his space cabin with a space mug of space whiskey in his robot hand. The sound of laser battles throughout the rocky landscape had woken him, and he put his hand up to block out the light from the binary suns as he squinted across the horizon.

The iridescent, crystalline landscape went on for miles, but he saw no sight of the battle. “Oh well,” he grumbled, “time to go get some space herbs.” He took a few steps forward, only to see the ricocheting light bounce off several canyons in the distance before turning through his torso. He fell to the ground, killed instantly.

Gregg shot up out of bed in a cold sweat.

“Agent Grimmsby.”

He looked out to the corner of the space cabin. It was Agent Slater, his longtime lover and boss. He was shirtless and standing in the light of the multiple moons that illuminated the room from the window.

“Come over here and kiss me, you son of a bitch.” Grimmsby growled, growlingly. And as Slater approached, Grimmsby woke up again. This time he was in a hydrotank, surrounded by doctors monitoring his vital signs.

“Fuck, not again,” he blubbered underwaterily, in the water.

it somehow works when you combine them

Holy shit