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saltpepperbeard · 3 months

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Surely must be a coincidence that the journalist who wrote that Vulture article is one of the people Casey Bloys follows on Twitter and surely it’s a coincidence that article came from Vulture which is owned by Vox Media who acquired GroupNineMedia in 2022 and one of the investors for the merger was Warner Bros Discovery. I love coincidences.

Oh SURELY… ☕️👀

You know that one part in S2 where Buttons is reading the transmogrification papers that Auntie gave him? And he’s like “Ohhhhh, aye. OHHHHHH AYE 👁️👁️.” yeah. Yeah.

I really do think it’s very intense damage control, to be quite honest lmao. Buuuuut who are they fooling REALLY? Certainly not any of us; especially with all these ✨juicy little tidbits✨ afoot.

#Answered #Anons #Oh bloys he mad #WKDKWKDKW that hashtag still takes me out like Please #But they’re so skdjwjdjw WHACK man #I cannot tell you how unsurprised yet irate I was when Casey was like #’yeah so we’ll give whatever money it takes to beautify the hp reboot uwu’#’and might even extend the scope BEYOND the movies uwu’#Like mmmmmmmmm yeah lmao alrighty #Cancels numerous diverse originals but will say that within the same breath #ALRIGHT #It just shows you where their priories lie

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spirker · 3 months

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If you like starting your day by getting mad at Max, Zaslav and Bloys, take a look at this article here.

Thank you to the legendary @gentlebeardsbarngrill for screenshotting the whole thing.

One particular snippet that made my blood boil:

The article also fails to address the fact that bigger viewership and awards are things that are gained by action taken by Max - without proper advertising, PR, campaigning those things are almost impossible to achieve.

Awards don’t just fall into your lap, you have to campaign and have the push behind you to get the momentum. Max showed again and again that they were unwilling to throw their weight behind OFMD, for *reasons*.

The whole piece just reads like a press statement from Max, so I’m guessing our boy Bloys had a lot to do with this.

Once again fans are left with the only possible conclusion that makes any sense - the show was cancelled because of homophobia and because Max didn’t want to have a queer show as one of its flagships.

#ofmd #our flag means death #hbo max #oh bloy is he mad #fuck zazlav #save ofmd #I want my beautiful show back

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trashedpistach-blog · 6 years

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Hey,

It’s me again. I have a lot to say but I don’t know how. So, I’ll say it simply.

It’s been a week since Eavan left. She came from Arizona and we spent a week in Paris being a couple of fucks. After drinking way too much beer, champagne, and red wine, I ended up peeing in the god damned Seine River just 10 minutes from the base of the Eiffel Tower. Because I am a fool and will probably never mature like a true adult. But maybe that is a good thing. But maybe that is a bad thing, too. Who fucking knows. THEN...

We went home to Châteauroux, and we visited some châteaux. We went to the Chenonceau, as well as the Château de Chambord. Both of which were highly entertaining. My friend, Nelly, whom I highly have the hots for, took us to Chambord and we had racelette for lunch in Blois, just outside Chambord.

Fast-forward. Katie (who is another story in and of itself), Eavan, and I were all drinking wine, from bottles of our own respectively, in the fucking park. Then we went to get more wine, which we did. We then carried said wine to the bar, the Witchberry.

At the Witchberry, things got a bit weird. You’ll see...

So we all ordered whiskey: Jameson. I can’t afford that, really. Eavan said she would buy mine. Spolier: I ended up paying 46 euros for everyone’s drinks in total at the end of the night after saving Eavan. Moving on. ...Okay, I said to myself, we leave soon.

Then, we got drunker after ordering a “witch beer” each. And Justin Timblerlake walked in....but his name was really Fabian but we didn’t know that until much later. But he was like bald, Easter-European J.T. so that’s how we/I referred to him.

We started throwing or at least attempting to throw pretzels in his beer to no avail. Until, finally Katie mustered the courage to talk to him. With him was his friend, Gabriel. Katie was blubbering all over herself not able to say much to E EU JT, so I asked Gabriel if he had any cigarettes, which he did. And that, folks is how it all fucking began.

Gabriel and I ventured outside where he generously shared his cigarettes. But never once was I worried about him or afraid about his intentions. The conversation flowed and I was so happy to be around him. We talked about everything...I think, at least. Our families, the universe, sexuality (DEFINITELY) because I’m a lesbian.

SO:

For the rest of the night he continued to tell me “oh you’re not gay let me show you” and passionately kiss me. So I was like okay; but also was making out in front of many people...in rural France of all places. Then bowling pin man (he literally was shaped like a fucking bowling pin) came up and was like “hey me too let me have kiss” and Gabriel was like “no way bud” but then only way he would leave was if I gave bowling pin man my phone number...so I have his number still which is kind of sp00p-a-licious defffffff...

Then Katie disappeared...not surprising.

Eavan got way toooooooo drunk. The next day we discovered she has broken a piece of the tap on the bar....and lost her jean jacket. Katie had also lost her phone. But that’s another story for another post (not to worry we found the phone. Bowling pin man had it...of course).

So we were outside trying to leave with Eavan and she and I were being pushed around but I was just trying to leave. But thank God for Gabriel. He took us away from those creeps and helped me walk Eavan back to my apartment.

So, Gabriel and I got Eavan in bed and I put a pizza in the oven. He kept kissing me in my kitchen and I was like hey my friend is like 20 feet away nope. And he was like let’s go to your bed and I was like um no.

“So, my bed?” he playfully responded.

“Okay, why not? But we need to make the pizza and turn off the oven.” I said.

So after all that was said and done, we walked to Gabriel’s apartment. PS -- we can call him Gab (Gabe) at this point.

So, I’m gay. I know that I am. Kissing a man feels dry and wrong and strange. But I was exploring. But honestly, that’s why I haven’t ventured further with men, because first base isn’t that enticing. But Gab felt different. His kisses were much like any other mans’...except I felt safe and happy with him. I wasn’t worried or stressed. I wasn’t anxious. I enjoyed my time with him. So I agreed and genuinely wanted to go back to his place with him.

Full-well knowing it would most likely end with sex. And I wanted sex with him. Why? I still don’t know.

So, yes. Ladies and gentlemen, Gab and I had sex. And it was great! And I am confused...? I think I’m still gay. I think this is just a Gab thing. But anyway...

We still text and and I hope we hang out again. And I wouldn’t be mad at all if we had sex again. You know? Like why not?

But I’m gay.

I swear to God and on my dead grandmother...and even my living one...that I AM A MOTHER FUCKING LESBIAN.

...I’m confused.

help...thanks

bye

PS - stole a flag about beer from the bathroom of the Witchberry. I got done peeing, washed my hands, saw it on the wall, rolled that bitch up, and stuffed it in the back of my jeans. It was there for nearly three hours. It shall be an honored trophy in my basement, alongside those of my mother’s tennis trophies from high school.

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